#TBT – “Life of Pie” – 12 Totally Random Things You Never Needed To Know About Me #BarAThon @blogarhythm1


This is a random list of things about moi that you really never needed to know…

“Life of Pie”

Life of Pie” made me think of “pie”…which made me think of hot apple pie smothered by French vanilla ice cream…which made me think of some of my favorite things … which made me think of writing a list of seven random things about myself.

Actually, I’ve seen a number of bloggers posting “lists” and always thought that it was cute idea so why not borrow the idea?

Well, focusing on the “me” part and not on the “what” part of the list was harder than I thought, though it did make me realize that random tidbits about me (not the ones below) are sprinkled into my fiction.

So here is a totally “random” list of (more than 7) things you never needed to know about me :

  • As a kid in school, I would always take the “dare” in “Truth or Dare” game because it was much more fun;
  • I give great advice but don’t always follow it myself – go figure, eh?;
  • I love listening to James Taylor on a rainy day – I have no clue why;

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  • I’ve never shaved my legs because I don’t need to – I’m blessed that the hairy leg fairy skipped me;

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  • A waitress at The Cheesecake Factory once refused to serve me a margarita because I was “underage”. The waitress was 23 and I was 35. My friends had a good laugh and I made sure that I got that drink for free;

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  • I could be bribed with a family sized bag of M&M’s, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk or a big handful of Walkers shortbread cookies. Giving me all three at the same time could be dangerous for you and for me;
  • My favorite old school love songs still make me melt each and every time I hear them, like this one that I could still play on repeat:
  • If you think that you’ve painted me into a corner, think again;

  • Purple was my favorite color long before Prince’s “Purple Rain” – Prince stole “purple” from me;

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  • I’ve been known to say absolutely ridiculous things with a straight face to “gossipers” just to see how information would be spun;

  • I can never decide what I want on a menu and am likely to change my mind a bunch of times before the waiter takes the order. It’s not my fault. I’m a Libra.

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  • I often get asked by people I barely know about my ______ and how they can get their _____ like mine. It has happened, more than once, that someone has gotten into my personal space and has touched my ______ , taking me totally off guard before I could even react. Not cool. You can try to fill in the blanks but I will give you this hint…

…it has nothing to do with my hair. And if you ask me nicely, I may tell you what it is…

Whoa, who knew that being “random” was this difficult? But at least #Bar-A-Thon #2 out of 7 is now complete (and ahead of schedule)!

Let me know if you liked this post and maybe, just maybe, I’ll do a favorites list… 🙂

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Being Authentic Online #writerwednesday #writing

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The fear of being authentic on this blog is dead.

Deader than dead.

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’ll ever be in this space even though:

  • I never write about my work life;
  • I limit what I share about my family and personal life; and
  • Before writing about current events that get deep under my skin, I wait to let my emotions subside (though recent currents events are making 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 anymore after my summer of more ‘spontaneous’ writing.

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.

How authentic are you online? What “limits” have you imposed on your writing, if any?

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“When Sunday Came” (2015) – #fiction #abuse

Montreal Nightscape

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I looked at his text again before deleting it.

Thinking about you. I still love you ♥

Memories of his words came rushing back to me like a tidal wave.

“No other man would ever put up with you…”

“For someone in your line of work, you really are sooo stupid…”

“If you loved me, you would want what I want…”

“It’s your fault that you make me so angry that I break things…”

But this time, instead of the memories hitting me like a ton of bricks and making me feel sick to my stomach, the wave washed over and above me.

That’s when I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the old me was gone. Forever.

No more walking on eggshells and feeling like I was having a heart attack.

No more waiting for the next blow up and blow out.

No more of me apologizing just to keep the peace and asking for forgiveness that I didn’t need.

I stretched out on the sofa and stared out into the darkness of my newly adopted city.

A glass of wine on the coffee table, a good book in my lap and wrapped in my cozy robe, I would never ever let him upset such a peaceful Sunday night.

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.




#TBT – Writing About What You Know #amwriting

I base my stories on what I know and my experiences. I can’t simply throw caution to the wind and totally go with my imagination.

I can’t write about dragons and vampires. And I could never see myself writing about long-blond haired Fabio-like type men (the older women know who I’m talking about and I still don’t know what the allure was) who sweep down to rescue the heroine in distress like in the Harlequin books my grandmother used to devour. I also can’t wrap my brain around writing a female leads who could have stepped out of an episode of The Housewives of (Pick-Your-City) because I know nothing about the world of the rich, bold, beautifully bored.

Sure, I use my imagination and research certain elements of my stories but on the whole, I base my storytelling on what I have experienced, scenes that could possibly happen in real life and locations exist. It makes it all the more real for me. Of course, a story wouldn’t be a good one without a little drama and twists thrown in for good measure. And whose to say that those are made up, right?

That’s my kind of fiction and the kind of fiction I write.

Do you agree with that quote? And if you write fiction, what kind of fiction do you write?

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Updated post – originally posted on November 3, 2015



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

writing keeps me sane

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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.

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Updated from original Justify Your Love, November 10, 2015

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


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

love girl kawaii heart hearts

*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.


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

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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