you don’t know me okay? #nanowrimo

Is it too late to be “anonymous”?

With all of this “reflecting” I’ve been doing during Nanowrimo month (instead of writing), I’m thinking that I killed the anonymous option a long time ago.

When I started this blog years ago, it was ONLY to participate in the WordPress Writing 101 course. I didn’t know anything about the world of blogging but I fell in love with the exchanges with fellow writers and the creative writing itself reignited my love for what I had buried six feet under for almost 2 decades due to obligations and responsibilities.

But I’m still here, still writing and still wanting to publish the stories in my head.

In looking around at other indie authors, I realize that lots of them use pen names or initials as part of their published names.

Maybe it’s because theses internet streets can get crazy weird and keeping your true identity anonymous is the smart thing to do.

Maybe it’s because an author can reinvent herself and pick a name that’s sexy and cool (I like that idea).

Or maybe it’s because lots of female authors use initials to have more street credibility, like JK Rowling and many others.

So…

I’m thinking that even though YOU already know who I am, maybe I’ll still follow suit with a different name or initials.

But it will likely be difficult to choose something that rolls off my tongue or that I really, really like. I’m giving myself until the end of the month to make up my mind.

Anyhow, whatever I do choose, I’ll let my email subscribers in on the secret and for now my Wattpad story, “If My Wounds Were Visible“, will stay “as is”.

Oh, and on the Wattpad-front, I finally posted another installment that you can find here.

Do you have a pen name? And if so, how did you choose it?

Bisous,

M

 

a little indie love #nanowrimo

If you read my last post, you know how I’m approaching this year’s Nanowrimo this November…

I’m not going to write a daily post telling you what I did because that would just be plain boring but I will share something that I finally sat down and did today.

I made a list of all the indie books I have bought, read but haven’t written reviews for.

That’s what I did.

But I’ll be honest – if it hadn’t been for the severe rainstorm followed by a severe windstorm that knocked out my internet and cable, I probably wouldn’t have done it so quickly. I was blessed enough to not lose electricity and I had no flooding since I “triple” waterproofed my property a few years ago, but I had plenty of time waiting on hold with the electrical company to tell them about this…

Yeah, I’m lucky that when this tree snapped, it decided to fall AWAY from the property. Unfortunately it fell onto the electrical pole and I’m trying not to worry about it. Hopefully, the situation will be regulated soon.

But I digress…

I now have at least a dozen books on my short list to review and have jotted down what I liked about the characters and story lines to refresh my memory and to make my review write-ups easier.

And for the books I didn’t enjoy,especiallu due to the genre? I’m deciding to not review. It’s not the author’s fault if I didn’t enjoy the genre, right?

I know that Amazon and Goodread reviews are priceless so it’s about time I get back to doing this, especially since I follow a lot of these authors on Instagram and enjoy their work.

So I’m thanking 2 storms for giving me a kick in the pants to draft up my reviews. 🙂

What about you? Do you regularly leave a review of books on Amazon or Goodreads? Do you know that indie authors need reviews?

Bisous,

M

doing Nanowrimo my way

Okay, so starting today, I’m doing the Nanowrimo challenge like millions of other writers who are diving in for the next 30 days.

But I’m not doing Nanowrimo in the traditional way…

I’m doing it my way and no one is going to tell me otherwise.

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My goal isn’t to write 50,000 words by November 30. My goal is to write a little every day and do to AT LEAST ONE writing-related activity everyday for the next 30 days.

Why?

Because I have soooo many writing-related things I never prioritize because I’m either working on a scene I’ve been thinking about or catching up on something else.

Long story short, I’m aiming low.

And today, I managed to accomplish a few writing-related things…

  1. Yesterday, I was finally taken off the wait-list for a “how to” course on email newsletters. My newsletters have been lacking (to say the least ’cause I’m never quite sure what to share) so not only was getting off the wait-list great timing, I’m considering my sign-up as “accomplishment #1”. I’ve only heard good things about this course so I’m really looking forward to diving into it in January 2020;
  2. I read/cleared out EVERYTHING in my email account where I receive blog posts, newsletters and writing-related articles. Is it weird to say that it felt soooo satisfying to be at Inbox Zero? Sorry, it felt good!
  3. I finished editing the next installment for my Wattpad story. All that’s left is to spellcheck and I’ll post it.

Who knew that aiming for the minimum could give such good results?

And why didn’t I think about aiming low before?

Are you doing Nanowrimo? What have you got on your to-do list?

Bisous,

M xoxo

 

 

afflicted #wattpad #nanowrimo

 

*Since my intention is to continue this story on Wattpad during November’s Nanowrimo challenge, I’m reposting this introduction*

Dominic was the love of my life until I killed him twice.

And both times, I can’t say that I was sad about it. But I’m not going to get into that with you just yet.

If you want to know the whole truth, you’ll have to be patient with me. Whenever I think about what happened, it’s like that slap from Dominic all over again and I’m left wondering how I got into it all in the first place.

I’ve never told anyone but God the entire story about what happened but I’m thinking…maybe it’s time to do it now?

This secret has been eating away at me and no matter what I do, it keeps bubbling up to my surface, trying to escape. I need to get this weight off of my chest and the only way I can do it is by writing it down.

If I was really smart, I wouldn’t write it down at all, especially online like what I’m doing right now. But I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind. Maybe my story will turn out to be a bunch of incoherent ramblings – I don’t know.

Just know this – I’m not a bad person. I needed to do what needed to be done to free myself from Dominic. And maybe, just maybe, what I have to say will free someone else too.

You know what they say – two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Fortunately, I’m the one still breathing.

Note: To be continued here on Wattpad.

All Rights Reserved ©2019 Marquessa Matthews.

“Chocolate High” #fiction

* REPOST

I just finished writing a new delicious scene between these two characters and decided to repost this. *

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“Close your eyes and open your mouth…”

I did as I was told. I felt the warm gooeyness coat my lips, stick to the roof of my mouth and glide onto my tongue. My mouth widened to take it all in and I clasped my lips around it, wanting to savor it a little longer. Then I swallowed.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was good. And yes, I definitely wanted more. I simply moaned with pleasure.

“Now, tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

His tone dared me to say otherwise. I savored what was left in my mouth and then licked the residue from my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Come on, say it.”

I giggled when I saw the serious look on his handsome face. I wasn’t a liar and I wasn’t about to start now.

“I’ll admit that it is very good. But I’ve had better. Sorry.”

“And here I am thinking that I would blow your mind.”

Disappointed, Alejandro placed the fork back onto the dessert plate. I immediately picked it up, dug into the chocolate molten lava cake and brought it to his lips.

“Butter, eggs, sugar, chocolate, fresh raspberries, powdered sugar…I used to be an expert at making these when I was a teenager. This is almost as good as what I used to make. Open your mouth.”

“Shush, don’t let the chef hear you.”

A smile spread across his face before he opened his mouth to receive the fork. We laughed and took turns feeding each other until the cake was a memory and we were suffering from a chocolate high. When I noticed chocolate on the corner of his mouth, I smudged it away with my thumb. Alejandro took hold of it and slowly slide it across his sticky lips. Before I knew it, my thumb was in his mouth and he was sucking the chocolate from it.

His eyes said it all, making me wonder just how sticky things could get in the middle of the empty restaurant.

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jump

I’m not one of those “just jump and the net will appear” kind of people.

I always need to know that there is some kind of net that will catch me.

But these past few weeks, I’ve decided that even if the net involves feeling uncomfortable or may result in a possible level of embarrassment, I’ll take that jump. It’s not like I’ve never felt uncomfortable or embarrassed before and I’m still here to talk about it, right?

With each passing day, it feels like life is just slipping away for me and for those around me. Circles that were once knit-tightly are sadly becoming smaller and I find myself shaking my head and thinking, “is this what life is supposed to be all about?” and “when is life going to cut me some slack so that I can prioritize my writing more?”

I decided to jump and found myself on an away-from-home seminar 9 hour long luxury bus trip to Philadelphia with 50 legal professionals, none of whom I knew. It brought me back to the first days at school, worrying about not knowing anyone, being the odd Black girl out and not part of any pre-formed cliques.

But I reminded myself that I’ve traveled solo plenty of times and introverted me not only made a few new acquaintances, I thoroughly enjoyed discovering the city and getting new ideas for one of my stories.

And that was my second jump

I purposely didn’t research much about the Philadelphia sights and things to do and it was refreshing to just let my feet take me to whatever seemed interesting on my Google maps in my non-seminar free time.

Liberty Bell, Franklin Square, Love Park and my favorite, the hustle and bustle of Reading Terminal Market.

And just outside the hotel was the Midtown Village Fall Festival . It was a gorgeously warm day so you know I loved sipping on coffee while watching the consequences of what cheap food, too many alcoholic beverages and music will do to people when the day turned into night. 🙂

Writing ideas just filled my brain and now I’ve got another city experience to use as the backdrop in my story.

I did manage to do some writing done while I away and decided to unofficially participate in Nanowrimo in November as a way to get my Wattpad story done.

And I’m glad that I jumped.  🙂

Bisous,

M  xoxo

not that kind of girl

I’m not that kind of girl anymore.

I’m no longer the keener who researches all the well-known tourist spots to visit, reads up on the history of the city I’m visiting and has a purse overflowing with American coupons I saved from a previous trip “just in case” (as a child of immigrant parents that reflex is still deep in me).

The most that I do now is make sure that I’m staying in a safe and walkable area close to the conveniences I need.

And then I book. That’s it.

No, I no longer feel the need to see everything and then remember nothing because the days are a blurrrrr…

I just want to be in the moment I’m in, even if that means not running the “Rocky steps” and then sitting in a coffee shop with my notebook while people rush by.

But I must say that there are some mighty intriguing places on this map…

Dirty Franks, Smokin’ Betty’s, Howl at the Moon….

Green Eggs CafĂ©, Ms Tootsie’s Soul Food CafĂ©, Good Karma CafĂ©…

Tattooed Mom, Warmdaddy’s, Gooey Looies…

Time to finish my latte and let my flat feet lead the way…

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Bisous,

M