Discreetly Yours, Excited! WIP #coverreveal #asmsg

Hey there!

Well I don't have many followers, but I do get page views so I figure someone out there is reading this!

I've been working really hard on my work in progress, a coming of age romance called Discreetly Yours,. Yes that's right Discreetly Yours,. 

Discreetly Yours, follows seventeen year old Claire Laroux from her home in San Diego California where she is on the cheer and dance team, to Oregon where she is simply the new girl. Following her father's tragic death Claire becomes an orphan and goes to live with her deceased mother's sister, Susan. 

A stranger to her mother’s sister, Claire is brought into her aunt’s home with open arms, but when she begins to have feelings for her aunt’s step-son, Claire fears that the secret romance could land her on the street. 

Austin Moreno is kind, generous not to mention gorgeous and a soulful poet. When a class assignment over the weekend reveals that he has a secret loss of his own, Claire is stunned. The revelation whispers to her in the corners of her mind, threatening the feelings she holds for him in her heart.

Will Claire be able to get past her fears and forgive Austin for an indiscretion from before they met? Or will the heart breaking news be too much for Claire’s already fragile heart to bear?

*Warning* The following story contains mild language, mild sexual situations and addresses mature situations. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 16.This story contains situations and incidents that may be disturbing to some readers such as the consequences of teen sex and a pregnancy which ends in loss. There is a trigger warning for anyone who may have experienced something similar.

While I understand that teens today face far more than what some adults may be willing to admit, or believe, I have tried my hardest to approach these very real situations with taste and tact. 

To be honest, I don't know if I should publish this for young adult, or coming of age, or maybe just publish it as adult literature? I'm torn, don't want to categorize it incorrectly. But then again maybe I'm over thinking it. 
I mean, I remember being 15 and reading Stephen King's The Stand not to mention all of the steamy romance novels I snatched from my mom's bookshelves! I am not going to pretend that teenagers do not drink underage or have sex or experiment with drugs. I know they do because I was a teenager not very long ago, and so were you, and you know that teenagers, just don't change much. While I wasn't a teen who had sex or did street drugs, I did have friends who did. I had friends who experienced teen pregnancy, these things are real. They happen. Pretending they don't will not make them go away. Oh well I suppose that is something to worry about closer to time to publish it huh?

Well, I'm off to write some more, I'm making a big goal of 6k words for today.
Hey! keep your head up, tomorrow is Friday! =)

Discreetly Yours,
Mari

If I Could Fly Away, #poetry #anthology #excerpt

Hello there!

Today I've been on Kobo publishing If I Could Fly Away, I am hoping once I have it for free up there, it will become free on amazon too!


This is a collection of poems. Written by the adolescent daughter of a substance abuser. 

*Warning* 
Strong language, trigger warning for anyone who has been in a similar situation.

Excerpt:

If I Could Fly Away

If I could fly away,
To a place where the trees whisper a not so solemn song
In the morning, crisp light of dawn.
Whisper, whisper your beautiful song
Pierce through the night, to the morning light.
While my dreams take flight they whisper
Whisper, wonder, sing a song.
Keep me warm until the break of dawn.
Dear Reader,
This collection of poetry was written over a span of about ten years. They range from poems written by a little girl aged nine years, to a young woman of eighteen.
They are not in chronological order, they aren't labeled with dates. Most of my writing was lost over time.
...

The poems I’ve selected I did so with care, I feel they express from a child, or adolescent perspective what being the child of an addict can feel like. The only changes to these poems I’ve made are spelling errors and formatting.

News, updates and removing tough stains from stainless steel.

Good morning lovely people!

I've been working on a new work in progress, it's a fiction story! I can't wait to share it with you when I've got more if it complete. Wouldn't want to share it while it is still so messy.

Speaking of messy, have you ever burned the bottom of a stainless steel pan while boiling something? It's pretty gross! Yesterday I was boiling an artichoke, one of my absolute favorite lunchtime treats, when suddenly I smelled the pungent aroma of a burning pan. I had gotten distracted writing and it boiled all the way down!

I gazed into the bottom of my burned pan and thought "This is going to need to be thrown away."

So sad because I seriously love that stainless steel pan! Luckily, I'm really into those natural home remedies pages so I've got a ton of them bookmarked. Well I pulled one up and to my fortune, found a solution! I'm going to share with you how to remove burn stains from stainless steel in three easy steps.

First, fill that burned pot up with an inch of water.

Then, put it on to boil (but don't forget about it again! lol) with some orange peel pieces inside.

After the water has come to a boil remove from heat

Use a wooden spoon to take the orange side of the orange peel to scrub the burnt matter from the pan.


Finally empty, rinse and add a dash of baking soda, and a splash of water.


Use a soft scrubbing sponge to work the baking soda over your brand new looking stainless steel pot or pan. Scrub it in a gentle circular motion and watch it do it's magic!






The end result? Good as new!













Well that's all for now, I'm off to spend the day writing.... again =)

Happy Tuesday!
Mari

Sharing is Caring!

I wanted to share a poem from If I Could Fly Away called My Wings...and the Cover of my Work In Progress, Clipped Wings. I'm working hard on it and am making a goal to have it published sooner rather than later however I want to be sure that it is well written, I want a beta reader and also an editor. I had none of these for If I Could Fly Away but that was different, a book of poetry is simple compared to a memoir, I'm stressing over it a bit but I want it to be perfect. Anyway I'm rambling so without further delay, please enjoy this extracted poem from If I Could Fly Away.

My Wings

They think they see
What’s inside me.

Nothing can go the way I plan,
Nothing, no not in this dry wasteland.
Why does no one want to hold my hand?

Why are these dreams buried in the sand,
They sink, deeper and deeper into the hands of time…
This which I thought was mine is such a distant dream.

Hear me
Please, oh God, please hear me!

Hear me scream as they are torn!
My wings they tear… ripped to shreds
They lay at my sides as I cry.

And they ask why I cry when I’m alone
When they’re not around
When no one can take, what has been going down
Down

Down into the darkness of time,
The black sand falling,
Falling
A straight cosmic line

Beating to the rhythm of my heart
Keeping such good time!

Watch them.
Watch them fall.
My pretty wings which could once,

Hold it all.

Why have I become so weak?
Why does all this seem so hard when once I thought it meek!

The things I have seen
The things I have felt

The dreams I lost to this torrent of darkness.
The cuts on my knees from being forced to kneel

When
When
When will these wounds of mine heal?
Why is it happiness that I have to steal?
Why couldn’t this have all been a dream?

Instead it is real,
And still residing in my mind…
Constantly haunting me,
Never letting me go…

All I want is to be released
All I want is to be let go…

Why won’t they let me go?

Excerpt

"In the blink of an eye, the world can change. Your world that is. You know what I mean… there you are thinking life is grand. You’ve got all that you need and your life is on track, everything is going well when suddenly the phone rings and a relative has died. Or, someone you’d thought gone from your life forever shows up on your doorstep. In the gentle snap of that butterfly's wings your entire world has dropped out from under your feet and you can’t figure out which way is up.

This has been a constant in my life.

Every time I’ve tried to tell this story before, I’ve started at the beginning. This time, I’ll start at the end… or I suppose in this case, the present."

I hope you've grabbed my FREE book of poetry, If I Could Fly Away. It is free all week!

Until Next Time!
Mari

PS
If you know how I can make my book of poetry permanently free on amazon please let me know!! 

A Frightening Feeling

A Frightening Feeling

A frightening feeling discovered today
A feeling worth recording
I'd surely say

What is it that draws us in?
Have you ever experienced this?
The feeling of security
Straight impregnability 

It's strange isn't it
How we are safe in their arms
The ones who cause us such harm

See this mark
This stain
For surely there is no more pity

In this vast hole
In this quest for
Reciprocity
We cling to what we can

Hold on to what we can
Go after what we can
Hope for what we can
But we
Dream of better plans. 

Clipped Wings #coverreveal and #excerpt

Good morning!

It's a lovely sunny day where I am and from my office window I hear the lovely song of the the morning birds, the smell of coffee is inviting and I can't wait to have a cup. 

First, I wanted to share the Cover of my Work In Progress, Clipped Wings. 

Excerpt

"In the blink of an eye, the world can change. Your world that is. You know what I mean… there you are thinking life is grand. You’ve got all that you need and your life is on track, everything is going well when suddenly the phone rings and a relative has died. Or, someone you’d thought gone from your life forever shows up on your doorstep. In the gentle snap of that butterfly's wings your entire world has dropped out from under your feet and you can’t figure out which way is up.

This has been a constant in my life.

Every time I’ve tried to tell this story before, I’ve started at the beginning. This time, I’ll start at the end… or I suppose in this case, the present."

I hope you've grabbed my FREE book of poetry, If I Could Fly Away. It is free all week! I'm off to grab that cup of coffee now and will be spending the day writing and enjoying this awesome weather!

Until Next Time!
Mari

Free Poetry

Hello!

I hope everyone is having a good Monday! I'm spending the day with my wonderful children, cleaning house and will be writing more of my novel, Clipped Wings. 

As for today, I am excited to let you know that If I Could Fly Away, my book of poetry is free today on amazon! 


The life of a child who has a parent who is a substance abuser can be quite difficult. Varying degrees of abuse, trauma, neglect and countless other things can occur, no two stories are the same. But there is one common factor, the desire to be loved. The desire to be enough. Unconditional Love is something that children crave as much as air. This book of poetry contains carefully selected poems that I wrote as an adolescent. They express intense emotions that I felt at one point in time or another, emotions that I did not understand, let alone deal with in a healthy way.

I'd like to share this with you. 

If I Could Fly Away will be free this week. 7/15-19.

I am a self published author, and would appreciate your input, I value it greatly. Any constructive criticism from my fellow writers/poets is greatly valued, be it in a review, comment or email. I'm still new here! ;)

I'm off to enjoy the day!

Love and light to all,
Mari

If I Could Fly Away

Planning a day of fun in the sun, but before I head off to my weekend I thought I'd share an excerpt from my newly published book of poetry. (Free 7/15-19)

I hope you'll enjoy it and have a lovely weekend!

Amazon Description:
This is a collection of poems. Written by the adolescent daughter of a substance abuser. 
Warning: Strong language, trigger warning for anyone who has been in a similar situation.
Excerpt:

If I Could Fly Away

If I could fly away,
To a place where the trees whisper a not so solemn song
In the morning, crisp light of dawn.
Whisper, whisper your beautiful song
Pierce through the night, to the morning light.
While my dreams take flight they whisper
Whisper, wonder, sing a song.
Keep me warm until the break of dawn.


Dear Reader,
This collection of poetry was written over a span of about ten years. They range from poems written by a little girl aged nine years, to a young woman of eighteen. 
They are not in chronological order, they aren't labeled with dates. Most of my writing was lost over time. 
...

The poems I’ve selected I did so with care, I feel they express from a child, or adolescent perspective what being the child of an addict can feel like. The only changes to these poems I’ve made are spelling errors and formatting.

Last night I dreamed of water

I had a dream last night that I was on a ship, on the vast dark ocean. There were strange creatures swimming all around me and I couldn't make out if they wanted to harm me, or to help me. There was a raging storm and it sent salty water into my face, burning my eyes and blurring my vision.

When I woke up my husband was kissing me goodbye before leaving for work. These restless nights make my days drag on. I wish for sleep, deep, refreshing sleep! Maybe tonight I'll be sure to drink some tea and take a nice hot lavender bath before bed.

Yesterday was strange, I virtually walked the streets I grew up on, all from my computer at home. It was weird to see all those places again, they look the same, but different. I can't believe that house is still blue.. I can't believe that liquor store is still on Peoria street... There's the school I went to... that's the bus stop I waited at... 

It was like stepping back in time. Back to 13 years ago.

Seeing those familiar places opened up a well and I wrote nearly twelve hundred words. I hope I can make it to a thousand today, that's my goal anyway. Maybe I'll pass it again =)

I'm adding the final finishing touches to If I Could Fly Away today and hopefully I can publish it soon =) so exciting!

I joined triberr and twitter, so far I've got some follows on twitter and am finding some successful authors that are so inspiring! 

I am so grateful for the encouragement I've been getting, it's so welcoming and helps me in this strange process! I need to get on to writing some fiction to distract my tired mind =)

I hope everyone has a fun safe weekend!
Mari

Shadows of my past

It's a lot more difficult to write about my past than I thought it would be. It's funny how I can whip out fiction faster than my fingers can type, but my own, true story? The hardest thing I've ever had to do.

I like to think that this is therapeutic. That getting all the events down and telling the tale, which I've never told anyone thoroughly, will make me feel better in the end. Now I'm not entirely sure that will be the case. I feel so drained after I write a few hundred words... so tired. Sleeping has always been a issue for me, but now my dreams are being filled with shadows from my past again.

I will keep on writing though because it is who I am. It is what I do. I write.

Until later!
Mari

First blog post to write

Hello there!

My name is Mari Posa... if you didn't know, Mariposa means Butterfly in Spanish. =) 

I am somewhat new to the online world of writing but I am eager to finally dive in! I am excited to find out what opportunities await me and what new things I will learn from my fellow writers! 
I made a twitter account too!

I consider myself a dreamer. I'm constantly finding my head overcrowded with thoughts that push and shove their way in and then vie for my attention. 

I am here to share my adventure in publishing my up and coming novel Clipped Wings... it's still very far out, in fact, not even finished yet. But before I even think about publishing that, I'm first going to be taking you along with me as I work to publish my book of poems, If I Could Fly Away. 

These are all from a journal of mine that I found, I wrote them all when I was a teenager, recovering from the darkest period in my life. The poem for which the collection is named, I wrote before my mother's death, while I was still in a very dark and scary place for a young child. I don't remember the exact age I was when I wrote this poem, but it is profound for me now, as I look back on a life that seems almost a dream. 

If I Could Fly Away

If I could fly away,
To a place where the trees whisper a not so solemn song
In the morning, crisp light of dawn.
Whisper, whisper your beautiful song
Pierce through the night, to the morning light.
While my dreams take flight they whisper
Whisper, wonder, sing a song.
Keep me warm until the break of dawn.

Clipped Wings is about my life before adoption and the poems in If I Could Fly Away were written over a wide span of time... about ten years. I feel shy about posting this. But I've waited far too long to go after my dreams as it is, my wings are no longer clipped. It's time to fly.

Mari.