#TBT – Don’t Justify Your Love #amwriting #amblogging #bloggingtip

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Have you ever give up on writing?

Long ago when I participated in the WP Writing 101 course, a number of participants listed some of these reasons for giving up on writing years ago:

  • family would invade their privacy by reading their journals or creative work without permission;
  • being accused of basing fictional characters on family and friends;
  • people assuming that everything written was 100% true, especially the more “mature” content;
  • sharing their personal feelings or writing frankly about a topic only to be interrogated about the meaning behind their words.

It was astounding to these reasons pop up so much.

To be writers and storytellers, we need to develop a thick skin but you don’t need to justify anything to anyone anymore.

You write to express yourself and you do not have to justify what you write and why you write.

You write because you are a writer.

It’s as simply as that.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Updated from original Justify Your Love, November 10, 2015

The Voice #writerwednesday #writerslife

This post is for the writers out there who are always ready, willing and quick to disbelieve that readers enjoy their writing.

Yeah, I’m talking to you...

“The Voice”.

As writers, some of us have it and some of us don’t.

To me, “The Voice” is the kind of writing that makes me lean into what I’m reading. The kind of writing where I can actually “hear” the writer’s tone, rhythm and cadence of their words in my head.

It’s almost as if the writer is a friend sitting across from me at the coffee shop talking to me.

“The Voice” can be raw with emotion, drip with sarcasm or be as gentle as a whisper. And with each and every sentence, that voice is always genuine, vulnerable and authentic.

We all strive to have our voice shine through but like I said, some writers already have it and when we “hear” it, we should tell that writer. It could give them the boost of confidence they may need.

That’s what I plan on doing from now on when I hear “the voice” – when I hear it, I’ll say it.

All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

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This Is Who I Am – #writer #writerslife

Like I said in this past post, I don’t do selfies.

I much prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it.

But since a few curious readers asked me “what I look like”, I’ve decided to post a photo.

A photo.

One photo.

A one time thing that will likely not happen again for a very long time.

And this photo may go POOF and then disappear when I revamp my blog in the coming months.

If you would like to see “who I am“, you’ll need to scroll down.

Yeah, scroll down.

Scroll down some more.

Scroll down some more again.

You’re almost there.

Okay, there you go…

This is who I am.

This is also who I’m interested in rediscovering.

Wait…what did you say?

I never said that the photo would be a “recent” one! 🙂

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“By The Time This Night Is Over…” #fictionfriday #fiction

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If we were any closer, I’d be drowning in his eyes.

I stopped swaying and lifted my head from his chest. Just the way in which he returned my gaze made my legs weak. My eyes were speaking volumes and he was hearing me loud and clear.

Why was I desperately trying to hang onto my last shred of willpower?

I was unattached, single and attracted to him at a level that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Blame it on the island life, his authenticity with me, the fact that he was sizzling hot (as Ella would say), it really didn’t matter.

By the time this night is over, you’ll be wrapped around him anyways.

Alejandro lowered his lips to mine and to keep my balance, I clung to him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt.

Sweet, slow and soft. With each kiss, we delved deeper into each other with more intensity. One arm circled my waist, the other hand tracing the length of my back, Alejandro was giving me goosebumps of all kinds. I had no choice but to slide my hands up his chest and drape them around his neck. When we finally came up for air, I couldn’t catch my breath. I had totally lost my mind for those few minutes and I think he had too.

We held onto each for what felt like forever and said nothing, just trying to catch our breath. And that is when my rationale mind came back to rear its ugly head. I needed to explain why I had waited this long to let my defenses down with him, that it wasn’t some kind of a game, how I had been hurt before…

Alejandro must have read my mind of jumbled thoughts because just as I opened my mouth to speak, he placed his index finger on my lips.

“I only need to know one thing.” Alejandro paused and searched my eyes. “Do you ever think about him when you are with me?”

Him? Him who? It didn’t matter…the answer was hell no.

When I shook my head, he removed his finger and cupped my face within the palms of his large warm hands.

“That’s all I needed to know.”

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Great Sex Requires Effort #sex #love #romance #weekendcoffeeshare

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Just enough intensity …anticipating what will happen next …before diving deeper…visualizing just how …

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*This updated post from February 2017 now includes a link to a short scene I wrote*

Rekindling passion was part of my 52 Things In 52 Weeks challenge, that is, my passion for reading.

I signed up for a Kindle Unlimited because I’m always hearing about how writers should read outside of their genre and it seemed the most efficient way to have access to tons of books.

Mind you, I’m guessing my genre of writing fits into “women’s fiction” but I knew that I couldn’t go wrong with choosing books under the “romance” category. Or so I thought…

I think that the definition of “romance” may have changed when I wasn’t looking.

I started and stopped reading a number of books after just a few chapters, either because lots of Easter Eggs and back story were given away within the first few pages or because the book was simply a string of sex scenes strung together by an anemic storyline.

Call me old-fashioned but great sex scenes in a novel require more than sexually explicit words tossed carelessly onto a page. Or a bed.

In my opinion, writing a great sex scene requires effort, patience and some kind of love thrown into the mix in order to give the characters a happy ending.

That pun was totally intended! 🙂

But there was one e-book that had me shaking my head at just how quickly things unfolded and then deflated.

The breakdown of the book?

4% : Female character (FC) tells her boyfriend that she’s pregnant and the boyfriend dumps her.

6%: FC gets upset, storms out, has a minor accident and is helped by a sexy rugged stranger who takes her home because he lives nearby.

11%: FC tells sexy man her entire story and that she is pregnant. There’s a storm brewing so sexy man insists that she stay in his guest room.

13%: FC and sexy man fall into bed. He declares his love for her and tells her that he is ready and willing to love her and her baby.

Really?

All of that at the 13% of the book? Isn’t that a little quick? Where could the rest of the story possibly go?

I was curious enough to speed read through the rest of the 87% so I really can tell you where the rest of the story went:

Spiraling fast downhill until it crashed and burned.

  • No tense sensual build up between the characters.
  • No slow burn towards that first kiss.
  • No flirty moments between the two characters.

Nothing. Nada. Nein.

I’m not looking for the chaste vanilla of the Harlequin romance books my Granny devoured or the BDSM of Fifty Shades of Grey. There’s nothing wrong with themthey just aren’t my preference.

I can do without the 20 different words to describe the same body part and the blow-by-blow accounts of which body part went where and at what frequency…

I like my “romance” with just enough intensity between main characters that leaves me anticipating what will happen next between them. Romantic scenes that make me want to read and reread certain scenes before diving deeper into the book. Visualizing just how a scene would unfold in my mind.

Less is more.

And a little imagination is good for the soul.

Update: When I reread this post, I decided to write a “sexy” short story. Inspired by being on the beach, I started with one sexy scene and worked my way back to drafting a story line.

If you’re interested and over 18+, feel free to take a read via the link below.

*Mature 18+ content warning*

Straight, No Chaser

All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

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How Long Have You Gone Without Doing It? #blogging #writing

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How long have you gone without writing and/or blogging?

Since I picked up my pen in 2015, three weeks is the longest I’ve gone without putting writing “creatively”. It was right before last year’s NaNoWriMo because I hurt my back and couldn’t sit for long periods of time.

When it comes to blogging, I’ve gone without “daily posts” for as long as two months at a time due to prescheduling. I try to avoid writing and posting same day because it’s so easy to get swallowed up into the deep hole of WP.

For a long time, I was combining my daily writing habit with blog posting, essentially killing two birds with one stone. But as you may have noticed, my posts are less lengthy and I’ve been posting almost no new fiction.

What’s the longest time you’ve spent without writing “creatively” and/or blogging?

M  xoxo

 

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