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.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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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 Café, Ms Tootsie’s Soul Food Café, Good Karma Café…

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

between my sheets

So I joined a book club and I actually attended.

If you are thinking, “so what?”, I explained it here.

All in all, it was a positive experience and I’m glad that I’ve committed to doing it.
But I won’t lie

I hated feeling like the new kid at school and I dreaded what I knew was coming…

Everyone, let’s welcome Marquessa, our newest member. Marquessa, how about telling us a little about yourself?”

I’ll also be honest when I say that the book we had to read was not riveting in any way, shape or form. The only thing that I liked was that the story was “local” and Montreal-based.

Though I bought a physical copy of the book, I would not have finished it if I hadn’t bought the Audible version. The cheapskate in me had no choice but to finish it that way. (Thank you Audible!)

I could write a boring book review or tell you about the eclectic, diehard-reading, seasoned ladies who don’t hold their tongues but I won’t.

But I will share the benefits I’m already seeing for the “writer” in me:

Reading books I normally wouldn’t read. Since a Canadian literature course I took back in university, I don’t think I’ve read any other Canadian-authored books. Guess I need to expand my reading options…and I will.

Going local. I love it when a book is set in a REAL place that I’ve experienced for myself and that is the reason why I’ll be using local cities as a backdrop in my stories.

Listening to likes and dislikes of readers on character, plot, themes. During the discussion, it was like I had jumped into a real live blog comment section. Some people hated the first person narrative, others loved it, some didn’t understand the message of the book and so on and so forth. Quite interesting.

Snacks and free coffee. Homemade goodies, cheese, crackers, tea and coffee. Need I say more?

Accountability. If you can’t share your opinion because you didn’t finish the book, you feel stupid. And to not feel stupid, you force yourself to finish. Why do you think I finished the book when I didn’t feel like it?

Story ideas. A simple comment from someone in the group has already sparked an idea for a scene in a current story. where or the interactions between certain members are sparking ideas for story scenes. The writer’s brain is always on the lookout!

Yeah, I’ll be focusing on the positives of being in a book club until next year.

Do you belong to a book club?

Bisous,

M

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.