My Grandmother Used to Say… #patience with @meganslayer #iamwriting #iamthinking #reminiscing

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My grandmother’s been through a lot in the last year. My grandfather passed away a year ago on Sunday. It’s been tough. He was the cornerstone of the family. He laughed loudest, stood mostly the tallest and was just an all-around wonderful guy.

One of the things she says to me often and has since his passing has been patience. It’s hard. I know. Patience with others, patience with yourself. Patience. I’m horrible with patience. So I asked her, okay, why be patient? Sometimes isn’t it good to be pushy?

Her answer: sure, there are times to be pushy, but there are times to just wait. It’s tough to wait, but you never know what will happen next. You might wish you hadn’t rushed. You might realize you missed something awesome because you rushed. Plus, when you’re patient you get to experience things you might not otherwise.

She’s right.

In the last year, I’ve tried to be more positive. I know I haven’t always succeeded. I get frustrated and it’s hard. But I try to be a positive force. I try to realize the people here right now might not be tomorrow. I can attest to that being tough. In the last three or so days, I’ve lost one member of my graduating class. I don’t know what happened, but she’s a great person and at least she’s in Heaven walking with Elvis, her idol. In these last three days, a guy I had a major crush on and was friends with–he taught me how to fight. He said, if you’re going to defend yourself, then do it right. I’ve never forgotten what he said. He was killed in a car crash. My heart hurts for both people. It’s been too fast. Too soon.

So my complaining about patience and not wanting to wait for a response from someone is truly small potatoes compared to what the families of these people are going through…what my grandmother is going through.

So yeah, patience. It’s tough, but it’s important. I’m glad she’s trying to club me over the head with this point. I love Grandma. ❤

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2017 ~ Looking Back #thinking #planning and more #thinking with @meganslayer ~ #iamwriting

Christmas Tree Blog 2017I’ve been thinking hard about this past year. It’s been an oddity. Really has. So many things have happened. You’d think 365 days wouldn’t involve that much change, but it’s unreal.

I’ve had lots of good points. I got to work with a dear friend on not one, but two projects. It was a great collaboration. I’ve been invited to work in Kindle Worlds. I’ve seen some of my best stories come out and weathered changes in editors, publishing houses as well as characters that want to be difficult. I’ve had the good fortune of being signed with a new-to-me publishing house and have had my stories from other houses that are defunct picked up by other pubs. That’s some good fortune.

But there have been some interesting, yet, tough parts of this year. I’ve seen friendships I thought were tight go kablooey. I’ve seen publishers change hands, or close. That’s been tough. I love my publishers and have had mostly fantastic experiences with them. It can’t all be wine and roses, but I’ve had a good time. I can’t complain. I’m terribly sad that one pub is closing. They weren’t the easiest, but they brought out the best in my writing. I’d rather have a hard edit than a super easy one. If I know there are issues and I’m working on them, I think it makes the whole story stronger to fix them.

I’ve had rejections this year. I don’t mind rejection–sometimes the project just isn’t for that pub–but one thing I’d love to change is the flat, blunt thanks but no thanks rejections. How can I get better if I don’t know what’s wrong with the story? I’ve had a few revise and resubmits – which I actually embrace. I prefer to know what needs fixed in order to make the grade.

I’ve seen the passing of my grandfather and the passing of my cat. Not just the family cat or a cat…my cat. My writing buddy. My snuggle baby. The one I raised from kitten-hood. I’d always wanted an orange cat and he was mine. I miss having him beside me when I write. His low pitched meow, the way he’d make the crackle sound to get my attention and how he’d seemingly appear out of nowhere to sit with me. Yep, I’m still struggling with that loss.

So I’ve been thinking. Lots of thinking. I’ve taken a few leaps this year, but I’ll save those for another post. I like to go into my year with a plan. My author friend, Cheryl Dragon, and I talk each January about the plan for that year. I’ve tried to make one, but going into 2018, it’s tougher. I’m a write by the seat of my pants kind of girl. If the story comes, I write it. If it doesn’t, I don’t force it. If it shows up, then goes away for a while, I keep the notebook full of notes there, but to the side. But this year…I’m not sure what to do. I have story ideas percolating. I’ll probably write them down and give them a chance, while keeping an eye on the market. I’m not the type of writer to write to the market. If the story is there, I run with it. If it’s not what’s popular…then I weather the storm. But as for that plan…yeah, no idea what I’m going to do. But I’m open to suggestion.

What about you? Did you get a shiny new kindle or phone for Christmas? Want to add some books on it to read? You should. Here’s a suggestion from me and one of latest short stories, Christmas Box:

Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life — to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.

Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but Ford’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club… Submit and your wish will come true

Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant their wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough, or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?

See? Not the standard here’s a gift and I hope you like it fare. A person in the box? Now, don’t get wonky on me. This isn’t a creeper story. I like feel good Christmas tales. Everything works out in the right way at the end. There’s magic, mayhem and a spanking or two. Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.

What about you? What’s your favorite thing about Christmas? I’d love to know!!

Want to know more about Christmas Box? Then check it out at Changeling Press! Out now and on sale!! Gotta love a sale!

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This post is also up at the Paranormal Romantics Blog:

https://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2017/12/2017-looking-back-thinking-planning-and.html