My Grandmother Used to Say…Eat What’s On Your Plate with @meganslayer #mygrandmotherusedtosay #advice

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I can’t be the only one whose grandmother (or someone else in their life) reminded them to finish their dinner. In my case, it was my grandmother. We’d sit down for family meals and she’d remind everyone to eat what’s on their plate. My grandfather had a saying, if you don’t like it, don’t take it…but that’s for another post. Grandma was adamant. You’ve put it on your plate, so you’d better eat it.

I won’t lie. When I was a kid, it drove me crazy. Not because I overloaded my plate, but because she’d ‘add’ things to it. Like the beets I never did enjoy or the mush. I don’t know about you, but I can’t stand mush. Blech. But I ate what was on my plate.

This motto has translated to my writing career, though. Food and writing? Are you confused yet? Don’t be. I’m one of those people who tends to take on more than I should. I agree to a lot and try to accomplish as much as I can. If it’s on my plate, I do it. I’ve been told I have a healthy work ethic. I don’t know if that’s true. I just know when I have something to do, I do it.

I’m helping with a small author event in my local town. It’s going to be a nice event, but every time I think I’ve accomplished something, another task pops up. It feels like I’m not getting anywhere. But I keep going. I keep trying. I’m still trying to finish what I put on the plate and what was added for me.

Grandma was on to something. If you say you’re going to do something, then do it. Know what you’re getting into, and don’t be shocked when it’s a lot.

What about you? Got any advice? I’m all ears. 🙂


My Grandmother Used to Say… with @meganslayer #grandmother #advice #holidays

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The holidays can be a tough time. So many people to see and places to be. The spring tends to be easier, but not always. I know, because of DH’s schedule, what holidays I can attend and which ones we won’t be able to because there isn’t time. Or because we’ve decided to have just our family, not the extended one.  It happens. One year we might be able to make it to all the big gatherings and the next…none. It’s not fun. My grandfather passed last year and it’s getting close to the anniversary of that, so I do want to be around the extended family. But it’s not always feasible.

My grandmother used to say (and still does), just tell the boss your grandmother wants you to be there and to give you the time off. If that doesn’t work, then cry. If that doesn’t work, then let me cry and I’ll get your boss to let you have time off.

I love my grandmother, but crying doesn’t always get the job done. Sometimes you’ve just gotta bite the bullet and do the job. You’ve got to go to work. I get her meaning though. She wants us to be there. It’s not the same without all the cousins around. Plus, you don’t know how long you’ve got to have those people around. It’s tough.

Some days I get frustrated. I know she’ll say she’ll volunteer to talk to the boss so we can be there. Some days it’s funny. Other days, it’s frustrating. But I understand. I’m going to be a grandmother some day (I assume) and I’ll probably be the same way. But who knows.

Considering it’s almost a year since my grandfather passed and I’m sure this will be tough for my grandmother, I just might have to find a way to be at Easter after all.

Things My Grandma Used to Say by @MeganSlayer #musings #grandma #advice #iamwriting #jeepauthor

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This week for my post about my grandmother, I’m focusing on my paternal grandmother. Shes’ a unique person. She always has been. Some people just see her as her disease – she has dementia. Others see her for her OCD. I see her as a woman who has lived through a lot and survived. She’s a little silly, very stuck in certain ways, confused, sad, but also fun and sweet.

I’m lucky to still have both of my grandmothers. When I was a teenager, I actually had four–no five–grandmothers. Four I knew and one I didn’t.  I spent time with my grandmothers and with the exception of two, I was allowed to just about destroy the house, with grandma’s help, if that’s what I wanted because she had fun making a mess, too.

But this column is about my paternal grandmother. I mentioned she’s got OCD and dementia. It can be tough talking to her because she remembers certain things the way she wants to because that version makes her happier than how the event really occurred. She’s 87. I won’t argue with her.

My grandmother has been good for some odd advice, but this one was one of the oddest. Not bad, but a little different. My Grandma used to say, you have to dust the legs of the table because you never know when someone will look there.

Yes. She said that. The legs of the table. I always wondered why she said it, but I was usually the one sent to do that dusting, too. I didn’t know anyone who crawled under the table during any family events. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized what can be done under a table. I’ll let you go where you want with that. But why would she care about dusting the legs of the table.

Looking back, I see what she meant. It wasn’t for shenanigans happening under the table. She meant, pay attention to the details. If you’re going to do something, do it fully and right. If you’re going to dust, make sure you’re getting all of it. She’s right. Why do something half-assed when doing it right is best? I’ve tried to follow that advice in my own life. Oh, sure. I’ve cut corners here and there, but if I want something done and done well, then I do it right. It’s best.

Do you have interesting advice from your grandmother? Something that might be a tad off the beaten path? Let me know!


Things My Grandma Used to Say by @MeganSlayer #musings #grandma #advice #iamwriting #jeepauthor

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I’ve still got both of my grandmas, but I’ve always wanted to do a column about them. Not so much the women themselves, but the things they have told me. My grandmas have said these things, but also have said them in the past. I’m always interested in things you were told by your grandmothers, so feel free to leave your advice in the comments.

This, being the first of my columns, is about my grandma who didn’t have to take that role, but she did. It’s a long strange story, but she stepped up when she didn’t have to.

One of the things she used to say was ‘Find music and dance. Why not? It’s a way to be happy and how can you not be happy when you dance?”

This was also told to me when she was dancing in a circle, thing ring around the rosie, with my aunt and uncle.

She was right, though. Dance. Why not? If you’re happy and having fun, then others around you will notice. Yes, you might look ridiculous, but does it really matter? Doesn’t to me. I’d rather be happy and look a little foolish rather than being angry.

I’ve tried to keep this gem of advice in mind as I go through my day. Whether it’s singing to myself as I find the change in my purse, to singing along with the song on the store radio to singing in the car and doing my own thing…I try to stay positive and upbeat. It makes life a lot more enjoyable and my day better.

Grandma was sure on to something. Why not dance in the band shell and be happy?


Tuesday Teaser ~ Crossing the Line by @MeganSlayer #football #footballromance #gayromance #gay


Crossing the Line by Megan Slayer crossingtheline_revamp_800

MM Contemporary football romance

LGBT, BDSM, Anal Sex, Bondage, Spanking, Toys

Pride Publishing

Opposites can attract and sometimes come together with explosive results.

Ryan Malone punts for the Dragons and likes his life as an art restorer. Love isn’t in his game plan—unless Paul Toth is involved. They’ve known each other forever but have never taken the next step. Ryan’s not sure if Paul can accept his kinky needs. All it takes is one chance to see if sparks will fly.

Paul’s ready and willing to snag the sexy punter. He doesn’t care what team Ryan plays for as long as he’s got Ryan at night. But Ryan’s holding something back. Can Paul unlock whatever he’s hiding before their burgeoning affair gets struck down by penalties?

Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Out of Bounds anthology by Pride Publishing.

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The hot water sluiced over Ryan’s body and took away the sting from overexerting his muscles. Eight kicks in one game wasn’t his usual. But with Jason Eckles, the normal punter, out with a broken toe, Ryan had picked Jason’s punts in addition to his usual point after kicks. Thankfully the Dragons had won. He had something to be happy about. They had creamed the Griffins, beating them by more than twenty points.

He turned off the spray then shook the water out of his hair. His thoughts wandered to Paul. Every time he had looked over at the Griffins’ bench, Paul had sat staring in his direction. Ryan covered himself with a towel then palmed his crotch. The nice thing about being the last one in the showers was that the rest of the team had vacated the locker rooms by the time he finished. The alone time enabled him to settle down and plot out what he wanted to do for the next game.

Footsteps slapped on the concrete and the sound grew closer. Ryan poked his head out of the shower room. His breath hitched and his grip on the towel loosened. Paul Toth in the flesh…in the opposing team’s locker room.

Paul tossed his bag on the floor. His eyes blazed with anger and frustration. “There you are.”

“Here I am,” Ryan replied. He retied the towel and hoped his erection wasn’t obvious. Then again, what did he care? “You’re in foreign territory.”

“I get by.” Paul levelled his muscle-corded shoulders. “You never answered my question.”

Ryan’s heartbeat hiked up and blood surged through his veins. He’d fucked things up before by succumbing to his shyness. No more letting the past get in the way of his future. Besides, talking with Paul wasn’t going to lead anywhere, was it? But if it did, Ryan would take every advantage.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t.” Ryan stepped toe to toe with Paul. He kind of liked craving a man who stood a couple of inches taller than he did. “I don’t have anything against you. You’re a very sexy guy.” He measured his words. “Caught me off guard when you remembered my name at the school. We don’t talk much, you being on the opposing team and all. I’m glad you came in here.”

“Oh.” Paul’s lips parted and his gaze softened. He wobbled a bit on his feet. “Thought maybe we could go for coffee.”

“That’s a possibility.” The heat from Paul’s body radiated over Ryan. He breathed in the scent of Paul, sweat and deodorant…and something pine. If Ryan bounced on his toes, he’d be able to kiss Paul.

Paul’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Um…”

“Are you going to kiss me or just stand there?” Ryan assumed his role as the dominant. He didn’t give Paul time to answer and captured his mouth in a kiss. Paul softened and gripped Ryan’s arms. His tongue tangled with Ryan’s and his cock pushed against the tent in Ryan’s towel. Ryan swallowed Paul’s groan, then broke the connection.

Pink tinged Paul’s cheeks and his eyelids drooped. “Whoa.”

“I’ve got you down to one-syllable words. Nice.” Ryan sidestepped Paul and opened his locker. “Guess that also answers your question.” He yanked his shirt down past his head then hiked his boxer shorts past his hips.

“Can we go somewhere and talk?”


I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…with @MeganSlayer ~ A Journey of Writing, Rejection and Starting Over


This post has been cross-posted at Paranormal Romantics:

When I sit down to write, I have a general plan for the story. General. I won’t say it’s ever a very well fleshed out outline. I’m not that organized. I have the idea and I’ll start plotting, but usually the characters start talking and I end up with chunks of dialogue within the outline. Now, I know there’s not a singular way to do an outline. It’s a matter of preference. But it can be kind of confusing to anyone reading my notes. Outline, outline, outline…DIALOGUE! Heh heh.

So I was asked to take part in an anthology. Sure. I had been debating doing this sub call anyhow and now that I was encouraged to take part, I set out to do it. I had this great idea. Planned the thing out. Like the whole thing. I even had chunks of dialogue. Like big chunks. I was jazzed. So jazzed…I might have written 2/3 of the story before I knew if it would fly for the call. I was excited. The story was flowing.

Then I heard from the powers that be. They didn’t want it. What? How…

Instead of getting upset or knocked down and not getting up again, I dusted myself off. Now if you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll see this isn’t the first time recently that I’ve been knocked down so to speak. It’s been kind of a rough couple of months.

I could’ve hidden for a while and said to hell with what I was doing. I could’ve gotten angry and lashed out. But what would getting mad do? Up my blood pressure and give me a headache. Hiding isn’t a bad idea, but I’m not the type to hide. The characters are there and when I can’t write, I’m not happy. I write because the characters demand to speak.

So, I dusted myself off and dove into a new outline. I saw a photo that inspired me and the topic happened to gel with the sub call. I wrote the plot and waited. It fit the call! Needless to say, plugging along and keeping going worked for me. I started over and I’m back to my happy place.

Has this ever happened to you? A thing you thought wouldn’t knock you down did, but you kept going? I’d love to hear about it. 🙂

Chasing Sparks by Megan Slayer  MS_BS_ChasingSparks_coverin

A FREE Read Available from Loose Id

Part of the Battle Scarred Series

M/M, Paranormal, Contemporary, Vampires

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Two vampires have the chance to step into the sunshine without being charred. Most creatures of the night wouldn’t chance losing their undead life for good. But Anders and Galen have heightened abilities. They won’t char. What are they going to do? Celebrate summer, being together, and sunshine. Mix in hot sex under the veil of stars and fireworks…who wouldn’t want to take a step and chase sparks?