Monday Musings: Judging A Book By Its’ Back Cover #writingcommunity

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… 👀)

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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 #writingcommunity

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

A to Z Challenge 2019 Reveal! @AprilA2Z #atozchallenge

#AtoZChallenge 2019 Tenth Anniversary Blogging Theme Reveal

The A to Z Challenge Theme Reveal for 2019 is here!

This will be my fourth year participating in on this challenge.

If you don’t know what the A to Z Challenge is, you can click here. There is still time for you to sign up and join in on the fun! It’s a great way to meet other writers, bloggers and readers.

As usual, for this year, I want to try something a little different but still fiction based yet inspired by a “real-life” situation.

Earlier this month, I gave my newsletter subscribers the scoop on the backstory of my inspiration so I’ll tell you about it next week as a #TeaserTuesday.

In the interim, I will leave you with this question:

Do you believe in serendipity?

“Serendipity” is my theme for this year’s challenge.

There are a bunch of different definitions for serendipity but I like this one:

I’ll do my best to keep up and hope that you follow along!

Bisous,

M xoxo

Monday Musings: A Different Kind of Flirting

I’m on social media to learn the few ins and outs because of my author aspirations. I’m also around to follow other indie writers, indie artists and all around awesome people whose work I admire.

And over the few years that I’ve been social media, I’ve made a number of online friends with whom I chat on different social media platforms. You know, emails or DMs about regular stuff like the craft of writing, fiction writing, travel, work, that hot guy on Hawaii Five-O celebrities…regular stuff.

I also exchange one-on-one quite a bit with those on my newsletter list too.

It’s one thing to get “helllloooooo cutie” and “how you doing?” from creepy-ish guys that I don’t know. No go, no thanks.

But what I don’t understand are guys that I’ve already exchanged with who start off as “okay” with funny and maybe off-color jokes but then quickly slip into the risqué zone and then nose dive into the “hell no” category.

It’s almost as if these guys were simply waiting for the perfect opportunity to take the conversation in a totally different direction.

Funny enough, a blogger friend of mine was recently surprised by a d*ckpick from a fellow blogger she had been DMing with for a long while.

Of course, after the shock wore off, she blocked him but not before sending him this GIF:

I fully understand that people are online for all sorts of different reasons and I’m not judging.

All I’m saying is that like most of us who are online, I’m here for the fun and friendly banter of it all, while trying to avoid the creepier stuff. That’s it, that’s all.

And even if you look like the spitting image of this draw-dropping specimen of a man below, I still wouldn’t want him to send me a d*ckpick…

Bisous,

M xoxo

Monday Musings: Feeling Sexy, Flirty and Fun #A2ZChallenge

March has just begun and I’m thinking about April.

Why?

Because I’m mulling over a handful of ideas for the April 2019 A to Z Challenge since I signed up for the challenge a few days ago.

From experience, I know better than to prematurely declare my idea this early but I will run down what I did for my last three A to Z Challenges…

In 2016, I wrote a bunch of cliffhanger-type scenes based on song titles and characters I plan to use in future stories.

In 2017, I wrote a story about Kate, a 39 year-old woman facing her mortality and her regrets of not putting herself first for so many years. This is the novella I’m editing right now.

Last year in 2018, I posted a diary-style story about a woman and her abusive boyfriend. The story drained me but I succeeded in what I set out to do – I wanted to share the Wheel of Power and Control and the red flags associated with abusive relationships.

This particular story has a special place in my heart because a handful of concerned readers found my posts mid-story and reached out thinking that “I” needed support because I was writing in first person narrative. I was also touched by the comments/emails from those who recognized the ugly and raw truth of some of the scenes I included. This will be my next novella to revise and edit.

So what will this year’s 2019 A to Z Challenge bring?

It will be fiction-based, sexy, flirty, fun and maybe geared to a slightly seasoned reader. My biggest challenge will be figuring out how to post “snack sized” posts while sharing a full version with my newsletter friends for their feedback.

I’m thinking hard…but not too hard. 🙂

The official Reveal day is usually the 3rd week of March so that’s when I’ll share my theme with you here.

For my email subscribers, I promise that I’ll give you the FULL SCOOP in March newsletter.

Will you be joining in on the A to Z Challenge this April 2019? If so, let me know in the comments.

M xoxo

“Two Can Play That Game” – The Beginning… Fiction Friday

A strong cup of hot black coffee was the only thing I wanted until I saw her.

Like everyone else standing in the queue, I needed my morning caffeine fix so I decided to stop at the first coffee shop on my way to the office.

For the first time that week, I was actually early for work. But that was only because Brittany had kept me up for most of the night and I had never really gone to bed. When I’d picked her up from the airport the night before, she had wanted to make up for lost time, lots of lost time. I was glad that I had no meetings that day because I knew that when the wave of tiredness eventually hit me, it would hit hard. Right then, all I wanted was to sit and enjoy my coffee in peace before starting my work day.

With my cup in hand, I scanned the coffee shop for an empty table but there were none to be found. If I really wanted to sit, I’d have to do it by joining someone at their table. I took a minute to assess my situation.

Two nerdy guys sitting in the far corner with their noses almost pressed against their laptop screens?

A gaggle of loud teenagers who looked too young to drink coffee?

No.

And no.

Three cute but young twenty-something women in a corner booth giggling and giving me the flirting eyes?

I smiled at them and they all smiled back.

Yes, sitting with them was the only way to go.

Until my eyes landed on her.

Sitting alone at a table for two, dressed in black yoga pants, wearing a bright mauve T-shirt with “Au Naturelle” printed on the front and a black hoodie, she stood out among the business attire and teenage trendy school wear.

Her dark curls were in a messy ponytail, a pair of glasses dangled dangerously from just above her forehead and she was sipping from a large mug as she flipped through a newspaper. The way she slowly took her time to peruse the page and the fact that she had a mug instead of a to-go cup meant that she wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.

I watched as a smile spread across her face at whatever it was that she was reading. When she picked up her cell to check the time, she glanced around just enough for me to get a perfect view of her face.

I immediately wanted to know what shade of brown her eyes were and what I would need to do to kiss her.

As I passed my “threesome” with a nod of acknowledgement, I noticed their looks of disappointment.

But I was on a mission.

I walked up to her table and positioned myself in such a way for her to notice me. But when she didn’t, I had no choice but to break the ice.

“Hey! This place is pretty crowded. Would you mind if I sit with you?”

She graced me with the warmest of warm dark brown eyes and her smile could have lit up the entire coffee shop.

“Be my guest. But you might regret it…”

She motioned for me to sit and I promptly accepted.

“With a smile that beautiful smile, regret would be impossible.”

[Note: This is an excerpt of a much larger story to come – stay tuned)

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