Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates #hiatus #marquessa

According to Forrest, life is like a box of chocolates ’cause you never know what you’re going to get.

And these days you don’t know what you’re going to get from me. Some of you enjoy my random posts but I don’t know if I do.

What I do know is that I’m tired and I feel unfocused. It also doesn’t help that I’ve been having one too many absentminded incidents that are signs that I need to “gift” myself more room to breathe.

I realized all of this a few weeks ago as I lay flat on my stomach in a parking lot surrounded by the bags I was carrying to the car.

And as I lay there wondering how in the hell I fell in the first place, a little voice in my head whispered, “Slow down girl.”

Concerned shoppers rushed to help me get up and pick up my stuff. But you know what surprised me more than my fall, I didn’t even have the energy to think about feeling embarrassed at my spectacular spill.

I’m going to take that little voice’s suggestion and slow down by not posting anything new on this WP blog for the rest of the summer…

A real hiatus where the post you are reading right now will be the same one you see until September 2018…

Some real rest and a little disconnection to rejuvenate and come back feeling like this…

But I’ll be around.

I can’t resist pretty things so l’ll be around Instagram, reading your posts here and there and being in touch with those on my email list.  

I’ll continue my editing of my novellas and take a stab at book covers.

And if you are new and just stumbled onto my blog, feel free to check out my Fiction tab in the menu bar because “fiction” is what I’m all about!

I’ll be back…Enjoy your July and August!

M xoxo

 

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Being Authentic Online #writing

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My fear of being authentic on this blog died a long time ago.

After some trial and error, making choices about what I would and not write about and being cautious in general, I’m as authentic as I can be in this space, though:

  • I don’t write about my work life;
  • I limit what I share about my family; and
  • I wait and breathe before writing about current events that get deep under my skin, if I write about them at all (though recent currents events make my fingertips itch.

But I was thinking…

Can a writer truly be authentic if they have to place limits on what they say?

Then, I came across the answer in this TinyBuddha article:

“Authenticity doesn’t have to mean complete transparency, but it does mean acknowledging what you really think and feel. Very rarely does a person think and feel only things that align with a polished online persona.”

Well, I’m not interested in having “a polished online persona”, at least, not at this point in time.

I’ll just continue striving for “authenticity” by sharing the times when my inner voice escapes my lips, I suffer from episodes of midnight madness or when I invite you to take a seat with me at the family dinner table.

For you writers and bloggers, how authentic do you feel you can be online? 

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Netflix and Chill

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…Not that kind of Neflix and chill…that’s for the younger generation.

Though I have been getting into bed with Luke these past few nights…Luke Cage Season 2.

I’m not much of a tv watcher but I do love the series. Mariah? That character is totally crazy!

What are you binge watching right now?

M  xoxo

How Long Have You Gone Without Doing It?

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Actually, I’m totally not blogging this…

For years, I posted daily and even had a blogging schedule.

Those days are gone.

Right now I’m just going with the flow.

Whatever.

Whenever.

Random.

Not-so-random revamped posts.

I’m no longer obsessed with having a blogging “streak”.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without writing creatively or blogging?

M  xoxo

 

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Kombucha Chaos

(*I’m not endorsing this brand or anything like that. I simply saw three different women march directly to the fridge in the store, pick up this brand and then march with determined purpose to the cashier. I simply assumed that they knew what they were doing and so I copied…*)

Kombucha, kombucha, kombucha.

I’ve heard about how good it is for your health but I have no clue what “good” it’s supposed to do for me. Maybe it can give me some superhuman extra energy?

While at my local health food store, I bought the above bottle to see what all the fuss was about. This Divine Grape flavor was surprisingly tasty though I’ll need to do a little research about WHY I should be drinking it…

What I do know is that the next time around, I will not shake the bottle before popping the top

Foolish me, I had no clue it was carbonated!

Do you “kombucha“? Tell me in the comments why it’s good for me and why it cost $3+ for this tiny bottle…

How To Swallow…

Totally random post as I sit here pretending to be a tourist in Old Montreal watching a Robin Williams lookalike swallow balloons…

Fully equipped with an overpriced iced coffee, the large colorful hat I usually reserve for down South and sunglasses, no one has stopped me for directions so I know that I’m “pretending” quite well.

Though I picked the wrong day for a stroll (way too hot) and wanted a change of scenery, it has been worth it.

Why?

I’ve got an idea for a new short story.

Can you guess what the storyline will involve? And no, not a man swallowing balloons for tips…😁

M xoxo

“Chocolate High” (2016) – #fiction #fictionfriday

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Chocolate High

“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.

Marquessa xoxo

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