Garbage

“What kind of garbage is this?”

When I was 15, I made the mistake of sharing a short story I had written for my high school English class with someone close to me and those were the exact words that stuck to me like glue.

The pride I felt about the story I had written disappeared like a puff of smoke in the wind. I was completely embarrassed and simply wanted the floor to open and swallow me up. That was the day that I learned to never share my writing with anyone unless it was for an assignment or my own personal and creative enjoyment.

The me back then wasn’t able to brush it off or formulate a witty response to counter that negativity. I simply took the hit and allowed my feelings to get hurt. I never even thought about taking the grade I got for that assignment and shoving it into that person’s face because I allowed that negativity to steal the joy from me:

Of course, the me of years later would have reacted A LOT differently with that person.

Though the me of today would have a laundry list of slick yet bitchy comebacks, I wouldn’t even bother wasting any of them such negativity and neither should you.

If you love to write and/or blog, who cares what others think about it?

It doesn’t matter who thinks your writing or your blog is read-worthy.

It doesn’t matter if you only write or blog sporadically.

It doesn’t even matter if someone leaves a negative comment on your space.

Forget the haters.

What matters is that YOU are enjoying your writing and/or blogging.

And that is truly the only thing that really matters.

Bisous,

M

 

 

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When All You Need Is To Fu*k It Out

I’m back and I deserve a round of applause for lasting out this long!

I didn’t post a darn thing on this blog like I said I would and I surprised myself.

I also didn’t write anything offline.

No flash fiction, no editing, no outlines…Just plain old nothing. The most I did was jot ideas down onto Post-Its and stick them on my writing wall for future reference.

In order to get out of my not-so-great mood, I decided to immerse myself deeper into the funk until I found myself sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.

Sounds counter-intuitive but that’s what I did.

I tried to enjoy more of this on the weekends…

I failed miserably at doing any of this…

And I was very successful in doing way, way, way too much of this…

But it’s all good.

Because like a slice of hot apple pie topped with some chocolate fudge ice cream, the writing/blogging break has made me a little hungry to get writing again.

Tell me, when was the last time that you simply took a writing break?

Bisous,

M

 

 

 

 

 

Giving Fear A Voice

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Fear is scary.

We all have something in our lives that we’re afraid of. And as you read this, your mind may drift to the fears you’re struggling with right now.

Fear comes in all shapes and forms and one person’s fear is no greater than anyone else’s fear.

Fear is fear. Plain and simple.

For some, embarrassment and/or shame stops them from speaking about what scares them while others seek refuge in fear as a means to stay safely in a quiet corner with Mr. Status Quo. Either way, fear keeps us from ever knowing what joy and beauty could be waiting around the corner.

Giving a voice to fear makes it less scary, especially when you realize that you aren’t alone.

And when the fear is less scary, the more power you feel to do something to about it.

©2018 Marquessa Matthews

 

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Being Authentic Online

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My fear of being authentic on this blog died a long time ago.

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 can be in this space, though:

  • I don’t write about my work life;
  • I limit what I share about my family; and
  • I wait and breathe before writing about current events that get deep under my skin, if I write about them at all (though recent currents events make 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 at this point in time.

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.

For you writers and bloggers, how authentic do you feel you can be online? 

All Rights Reserved ©2017-2018 Marquessa Matthews

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How Long Have You Gone Without Doing It?

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(Updated repost)

Actually, I’m totally not blogging this…

For years, I posted daily and even had a blogging schedule.

Those days are gone.

Right now I’m just going with the flow.

Whatever.

Whenever.

Random.

Not-so-random revamped posts.

I’m no longer obsessed with having a blogging “streak”.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without writing creatively or blogging?

M  xoxo

 

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No Creative Flow

I’ve been re-blogging quite a bit lately.

No, I don’t have writer’s block. Thankfully, I have never suffered from that disease. With a notebook full of ideas and two novellas in need of some TLC and beta reader feedback, I could easily keep myself busy.

But I don’t feel like writing.

Since I’ve gotten back from my holiday last month, it feels like EVERYTHING around me needs 100% of my attention – RIGHT NOW or YESTERDAY. And my post-vacation drama trauma set the downhill tone for this past month.

I can’t catch my breath and the harder I try to keep up with everything, the more it feels like I’m getting nowhere fast with the things I want to do and need to do.

Everyone suffers from stress but when it’s your stress, you feel like you’re drowning.

Writing usually relieves my stress but being too busy to write, the stress is accumulating and making me feel blah.

And feeling blah means that I have no creative flow.

And no creative flow means that I don’t feel like writing.

Blah…

It’s like a stupid catch 22.

Blah…

What do you do to get back into your creative flow?

 M  xoxo

 

 

I Wear My Sunglasses At Light

I’m guilty.

The only time I wear sunglasses is when I’m on the beach and my reason has nothing to do with the glare of the sun, UV rays and eye protection.

When I wear sunglasses, it has everything to do with people watching.

I don’t mean it in a creepy-stalker-kind-of-way like the guy I wrote about in that other post. I’m talking about the subtle and perfectly sneaky way to observe people’s interactions, body language and conversations that are within earshot.

And no one is really the wiser if you do it the right way.

Sunglasses on, nose in book and ears wide open.

The kind of observations that get your imagination pumping, that have you making up stories about the people around you, pushing you to decipher the relationships between them. The kind of observations that leaves you with questions like:

How is it that this mother and daughter duo have matching plastic surgery? Did they go under the knife together?

Mother and daughter with matching plastic surgery All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

This couple looks all lovey dovey but what secrets are they keeping from each other?

What secrets are they keeping from each other? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

What’s the story behind this woman’s back tattoo? Does she regret it now that she is older?

Why did she get that tattoo? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Who was sipping on this coconut before they abandoned it on the beach? Or did it wash up onto the beach after being out in the ocean?

Whose coconut was this and how did it get here? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Yes, I am guilty of wearing my sunglasses to seek out story ideas when I’m on the beach.

But as a writer, YOU are guilty too.

Whether it’s on the beach, while sitting in a coffee shop, at the hair salon or on the train…I know that you do it too because as writers and readers, we observe, ponder, imagine and create tales to entertain ourselves.

But have you ever thought about who is watching you?

Images and content ©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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