the devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns #wattpad #amwriting

Fairy tales are reserved for White girls

When the mood strikes, I’ve got to run with it.

That’s what I did this morning with the story on Wattpad that I’m writing. Rewriting and adding important layers and nuances to the character are hard work!

But I’m enjoying that I’m taking my time and not pressuring myself to impossible personal deadlines.

This story will be what I envision it to be and I want it to resonate for those who will catch the truth behind the fiction.

Below is an excerpt but you can read the full installment here.

Charming

Fairy tales are reserved for White girls.

My name isn’t Belle, Cinderella, Snow White or Ariel (I’m talking about the traditional Ariel) so from the get-go, I knew that my chances at finding Prince Charming were slim to none.

According to the ruthless teasing from my brothers growing up, I wasn’t “black and beautiful” or “Dark and Lovely” like the boxes of hair relaxers in my mother’s closet, I was simply “dark and ugly”, which definitely didn’t help the way I saw myself.

It also didn’t help that throughout grade school, all the compliments and attention reigned over the blue-eyed blond-haired Lily. I quickly learned that I would be always be overlooked and the last chosen in most areas of my life.

Happily-ever-afters weren’t a part of my world either. The leading ladies in the corny Hallmark channel movies I used to mindlessly watch on my dateless Saturday nights? Now, they had it all…

For the rest of this piece, click here.

 

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camarón que se duerme, se lo lleva la corriente

Yeah, a shrimp that sleeps gets carried by the tide.

I’m tired of being a shrimp and getting carried away by the tide.

It’s time for me to get back in the writing game.

To shake the dust from my fingers, I’m experimenting with a story called If My Wounds Were Visible on Wattpad.

Besides getting the juices flowing again, Wattpad is where I will have an opportunity to meet new folks who have fiction on the brain.

This story is one that I posted during a writing challenge. But with this second kick at the can, I’m editing and adding more detail to the story.

The first part, “afflicted“, was posted last week and the second part, “bomb“, is now posted.

If you like fiction, feel free to drop in on Wattpad and leave me your feedback.

Have yourself a great long weekend!

Bisous,

M xoxo

afflicted #wattpad

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.

I’ve been in hiding…

I wasn’t put in the witness protection program or anything like that…

I’ve just felt the need to make myself scarce and concentrate on things that are completely non-writing-related.

To be honest, I haven’t written anything creative in months and strangely enough, I don’t feel badly about it.

I can’t be creative when my energy is focused on “life” issues that are much more important than writing.

And right now, I’m embracing the people in my life and taking advantage of their presence while I still have the opportunity.

Life is short, the clock is ticking for all of us and the time is “now” for so many things in our lives.

Would you agree?

Go take your kids for an ice cream, say yes to that barbecue invitation you were going to turn down or give someone you haven’t spoken to in ages a call.

I’ll be around here and there over the summer. Take care and talk soon until I resurface again… 🙂

Bisous,

Monday Musings: Judging A Book By Its’ Back Cover

The way my head spun around must have scared that lady to death because she froze with her mouth open starung at me.

Or maybe it was the stink eye I gave her.

“Yeah, I heard that this novel is really good but the author’s Black so I don’t think that I’d relate…

That’s what she said right before she noticed me standing there. And when she did, she was quick to scurry off with her friend like a rat in the light to the far end of the bookstore.

It’s a good thing she did because I might have said something unpolitically correct standing in the middle of the “Romance” aisle.

Mira

Everyone, including that woman is entitled to think what she thinks and to feel what she feels. We are all entitled to our preferences.

I mean, stories that involve vampires, space, historical ship or urban street fiction don’t float my boat so naturally if the book cover represents any of that, I will likely pass.

But never NEVER have I looked at an author’s profile picture on a fiction book and said that I wouldn’t be able to relate to it because of the author’s color or ethnicity.

If anything, because of the “default White” book world in which I grew up reading, I’ve always looked beyond that default – Isabel Allende, Pico Iyer, Amy Tan and the list goes on. Not being from someone else’s cultural background has never stopped me.

There are a bunch of things I could unpack for you that lurk behind that woman’s words but I’ll leave that for another time.

What I will point out is that I curiously flipped through the novel that woman referred to and it was clear that she simply had assumed the book would be… “Black”.

But it wasn’t.

The main characters were White, the book blurb didn’t refer to race and neither did the front cover.

I guess that romance and happily-ever-afters are not relatable if you’re from a different ethnic group.

Judging a book by its back cover will only make you miss out on some great reads and that woman surely did.

(By the way, my inside voice is calling “that woman” by a totally different name… 👀)

Monday Musings: Escape From Reality #amreading

We all have problems.

I love to escape from them by diving into the pages of a good book as a way to do it.

It’s a chance to forget my ish and revel in someone else’s dramatic life for a little while.

Whether it be a friends to lovers romance, contemporary fiction or a memoir, I’m in.

Is reading your escape? If not, what is yours?

M xoxo

Monday Musings: Bigger Is Not Always Better

Another A to Z Challenge is over.

I changed course like I explained in this post but I love how writing challenges always provide me with a base for a longer story and this last A to Z confirmed what I already knew:

Novels may be bigger but bigger is not always better.

Novellas are my “thing”.

I said “novellas”, not “telenovelas”, though I like them too.

With a novella, a story can be told more quickly and it’s a great way to decide if I want to convert a story into a lengthier piece.

And in these days of busy, busy, and more busy, readers seem to want quickie reads.

Novella, novel or a book the size of an old telephone book. What’s your preference?

M xoxo