Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.
Sweet dark chocolate slides across my tongue, the richness of chocolate icing soft and creamy; the moist cake, competing for flavour with the icing. It’s sweetness allows one to eat it slowly. Too much cake at once would ruin the experience and leave me with an upset stomach. But each bite savoured with pleasure and a bit of vanilla ice cream, ensures my scrumptious chocolate cake is a heavenly experience.
Across the table you wink, you knew it was my favourite cake and you ordered it for me. Our eyes hold as you eat your own cake and I absorb every ounce of chocolate flavour in mine; eating cake becomes seduction.
I’m excited because yesterday I was able to pick up my WinterLuxebox from the post office. Luxebox is a quarterly beauty box, so it comes four times a year. I used to be able to choose specific boxes with themes and specific items but lately I haven’t been able or Luxebox isn’t doing this anymore? Nonetheless, I was extremely pleased with the Winter Box for this season.
“Free write for ten minutes around the word tasty, try some word association, where does it lead – To a memory as a child with the first bite to your favorite food? To a moment when you cooked your first meal? Dig deep and allow your words to flow.”
Delicacies on my lips land,
Smoothly sumptuous ambrosia.
Chocolate soft inside so rich, not bland.
Sweet, dark sensuous aroma.
Moist soft cake, creamy center grand.
Icing with cocoa, melts just so,
Delicacies on my lips land,
Smoothly sumptuous ambrosia.
Chocolate intense taste I understand,
Crumbs of cake near mouth, eating slow.
One more bite, save for tomorrow,
Devoured, pleasure sweet, on hand.
Delicacies on my lips land.
“A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.”
Welcome to September and the third month of my bi-weekly interview series. I’m excited to share with you an interview of my good friend, talented writer, wonderfulperson, and wise woman:Rosema Gonzales from the Philippines. You can explore her blog at the following link: A Reading Writer .
1. Rosema, Please Share With Us Some Things About Yourself?
I am my blog’s name: A Reading Writer. I read and write and in-between, eat cake and/or drink coffee.
I currently work for a small Public Relations firm as a Public Relations Associate and also a Public Relations Writer. I have a degree in journalism and I dream of becoming a newswriter someday; abonafide journalist. Although, I feel this goal could be a bit impossible, realistically speaking, but who knows?
When I’m not working, I’m blogging and writing. My blog, A Reading Writer , is my fortress and it has changed my writing-self dramatically. I used to only write bookreviews and thoughts on books I was reading (wanted to read). Now, I write both poetryand fiction. I never thought I could write poetry or fiction until I joined the WordPresscourse: Writing 101, last year. Writing 101 changed my perspective on my writing abilities.
When I’m not writing or blogging, I have a thirst for reading. Mitch Albom is my favoriteauthor. I love all the novels I have, which Mitch Albom wrote, but it would take too long to name them all :D)
When I am not reading I am drinking a cuppa of dark coffee and wishing I could be eatingcheesecake! 😀
2. When Did You First Start Writing and Blogging?
Technically, my first post was published on August 28, 2014, close to two-years-ago now. My first post was only the beginning of my ‘existence’ as a blogger. My ‘real’more thanexisting as a blogger, began when I joined Writing 101 in September 2015. For me, this course offered by WordPress, somehow signaled the ‘rebirth’ of my A Reading Writer blog.
“My ‘real’ more than existing as a blogger, began when I joined Writing 101 in September 2015. For me, this course offered by WordPress, somehow signaled the ‘rebirth’ of my A Reading Writer blog.” – Rosema Gonzales
3. What Does Your Writing and Poetry Mean to You? Why Do You Write and Where Do You Find Your Inspiration and Motivation?
For me, writing is like breathing with words. No one can survive without breathing; that’s how vital writing and poetry are for me. My motivation and inspiration can come from anywhere. I had a writing piece which was inspired by a garbage truck once. Seriously! But the majority of my poetry and fiction are written while I’m riding thebus. I think my brain churns more when I’m commuting. Reading and music also inspire andmotivate me, and have recently given birth to some unpublished poems, too. 🙂
4. Do You Find There Is A Time of Day You Most Enjoy Writing?
Hmmm. As I said before, I usually write on a bus so it’s either early morning or at night when I write. Although, I think there is something about the silence and darknessof night that inspires more creative pieces as compared to when it’s daytime.
“For me, writing is like breathing with words. No one can survive without breathing; that’s how vital writing and poetry are form me. My motivation and inspiration can come from anywhere.” – Rosema Gonzales
5. Do You Have Any Current Writing Projects or Any Hopeful Writing Projects?
If hosting a writing challenge is a project then, I would say my most recent project called: Word-High Julyhas been my focus. #WordHighJuly featured thirty beautiful Filipinowords as word prompts. Many poets and bloggers have written impeccable pieces inspired by these Filipino words such as halakhak, a noun which means loud uninhibitedlaughter, or kaulayai, a noun which means a pleasant and intimate companion. In terms of future projects, I’m dreaming of publishing my own poetry book in the future.
Below is an example of an image and word prompt used in Rosema’s #WordHighJuly writing challenge:
6. Have You Published Any Of Your Writing Or Are You Planning to Publish Works of Writing In The Future? Can You Briefly Describe Your Publishing and Writing Process?
All my written works are published on WordPress onlyfor the moment. It’s part of my future plan to publish them soon maybe on my own, because scouting for a publisher is a tough task. I’m still building up the courage to finally, begin writing my own book.
Because I’m not even one step towards publishing my work beyond my blog, I think I’m not a good writer or blogger to describe the process of publishing my writing. HOWEVER, I have great blogging friends who have successfully published their books and I’m sure they will willingly help people who like me, will eventually need tips on the entire publishing process. I have been reading some online material about self-publishing. So, I have gathered a ton of information there.
7. What Is Your Writing Process Like?
I have an erratic writing process.I write anywhere and anytime, because story ideas sprout unexpectedly. There are times for instance, when I am just walking and I come acrosssomeone who I don’t know and a poem is born! It’s an unpredictable process so I always have my phone handy because it’s my stockroom for poetry and fiction.
” I have an erratic writing process. I write anywhere and anytime, because story ideas sprout unexpectedly.” – Rosema Gonzales
8. Do You Prefer Certain Areas of Writing or Reading Styles and/or Genres?
I prefer reading in bed. I’m a certified librocubicularist. 🙂
When it comes to reading genres, I love Young-Adult, Mystery,Thrillers, Contemporary Literature, Historical Fiction, Poetry, and Faith related books.When it comes to writing, my most chosen genre is Romance; love, and more so, unrequited love. I also write realisticfiction and about tragedy. My blog friend Mel, of In Media Reshas been joking about putting a death toll counter in my blog. HAHA. I’m close to considering it !
9. Do You Have Any Helpful Advice for Other Writers?
First, I must say write for yourself not for anyone else. It is blissful to have many peoplefollow and read your work, but it is unusual to have many followers and readers as a writer or blogger starting out. So, do not be discouraged by a lack of other peoplereading your writing; write for no one but yourself.
Second, I you cannot compare yourself to other writers. Other writers maybe talented but you are talented in your own way as well. Such as fingerprints, each author has their own individual perspective and niche in the writing world. So, be yourself;find your own voice and style, then improve on it.
Lastly, I believe you should always be the first person who believes in your characters, in your poems, in in all your writing. This advice, I often give myself, and is a lessonI’m still trying to learn.
10. Is There Anything Else You Want To Share With Us, Pertinent to Writing or Yourself?
Honestly, I’ve only just found my true writer-self. I think, this year is the first, I’ve finally embraced creative writing. My focus before this year, was on writing straightnews, real-life nonfiction, becoming a genuine journalist. Now, I am loving what I’ve been discovering about myself through creative writing.
As well, it would not be possible for me to have had such personal growth through writing, if I did not have a great bunch of supportive and lovingwriters in the bloggingcommunity on WordPress. I would like to highlight the need for a friendly, honest, andinteractive writing community.
Bloggers and writers (online and in general), need to be kind enough to read the work of the writers who read your own posts. Let’s be supportive enough to correctgrammar mistakes or provide tips on how a writer can improve on his or her work. Leave thoughtful comments on other bloggers and writers posts.
I know life happens and we do not always have a lot of time. But if we have the time and make the time, we need to somehow harness the power of our words to encourage ourfellow writers. High praises are not always needed, you can also give constructivecriticism or disagree with what another writer wrote. What’s important is to let writersknow how their work affects you, how you feel about their work.This is helpful, to all writers.
Writers should be the first to realizecompletely, the power of their words. I hope we can agree to use words to create an encouraging community. Let’s not underestimate the power of our comments. Comments on a writer’s work can change lives; I’m proof and I can testify to the truth of comments changing my own life and writing.
“I know life happens and we do not always have a lot of time. But if we have the time and make the time, we need to somehow harness the power of our words to encourage our fellow writers. High praises are not always needed, you can also give constructive criticism or disagree with what another writer wrote.” – Rosema Gonzales
11. Please Share With Us Some Pieces Of Your Fiction And Poetry:
Thanks so much Rosema for filling out interview questions and writing themwith yourheart. It always comes through in your work, fiction, poetry, or talking about yourfavourite books. I’m encouraged you will make wonderful strides in creative writing and in your career aspirations.
Dreams are always possible, sometimes we only have to believe they can be a possibility!
Many thanks for reading along in this bi-weekly interview series. If you would like to be interviewed and share about yourself and your writing aspirations, please let me know. You can reach-out to me through my Contact Page.
Prompt: You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.
“Oh, hello.” I jump back surprised. There is a chubby woman with wavy brown hair and blue glasses sitting on the couch. “Not to be rude, but how did you get in the house, no one else is home?”
“The dog let us in” says the women. Us, I suddenly notice the black-haired man beside her. He has light blue eyes and olive skin, a dazzling combination. The women’s eyes are greenish brown and they narrow at me slightly as I look at her boyfriend. He smiles and nods at me not at all perturbed I find him attractive and not perturbed his girlfriend is jealous.
“The dog’s dead” I say smartly. “She has been dead a year and a half. So, how did you get into the house? Who are you guys even?”
“Oh, I’m Michelle and this is my partner Marcus. We’ve been together three years,” she adds as Marcus looks me up and down.
Michelle leans into Marcus and kisses his cheek softly. She twirls his hair at the back of his head and Marcus leans his head away from her. He pats Michelle’s arm and tries to remove her hands.
” Eat your cake, dear” he orders Michelle. Marcus looks at me and smiles widely his gaze resting on my chest. I don’t have much of a chest, this pervert must be desperate.
Then I notice, they’re both eating cake. Huge pieces of soft chocolate cake and chocolate icing with chocolates on top. My favourite cake from my twenty-seventh Birthday. I haven’t been able to find this kind of cake since I finished the last slice in July three years ago.
“Your eating my family’s cake,” I cried “My favourite cake. Where did you find it?”
“Oh this cake?” Michelle purs taking a bite and licking her lips trying to make herself look sexy to Marcus. ” The cake was in the fridge. We didn’t think you’d mind if we ate two pieces.”
Michelle looked at Marcus and encouraged him to eat his cake. They whispered something between them. Marcus was saying something about being able to eat his cake when he likes. I ahemed.
” You need to leave, both of you. You’re not invited here. And it was rude of you to assume you could eat my family’s cake. I don’t mind sharing but you could have atleast asked. Not to mention, that crap about the dog letting you in…” My face is a bit red and I’m tired. I want this couple to leave and soon.
But Marcus brings on the charm:”I’m so sorry Miss?” I ignore him. ” We’ve been travelling along time in the car and Michelle needed to use the washroom. We shouldn’t have touched the cake but we were so hungry from a long day driving. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you lived here.” Marcus pauses and looks at me blue eyes staring me down. I gag.
” How did you get in really, did I leave the back door open?”
Marcus looks away from me a second then smiles. ” Well I have a few skills, um picking locks. Your lock was easy to pick and the trees in the front yard hid me as I tried to get the door open. Like I said, if I knew you lived here I would have chosen a different house. You are so pretty when you pout.”
Michelle stares daggers at Marcus and then me. “What about me Marcus? Don’t I turn you on. Haven’t I been your girl for three years and put up with all your garbage.”
” Of course you are pretty Michelle. You know I think you’re beautiful in the girl-next-door kind of way.”
Michelle frowned and Marcus patted her leg trying to appear affectionate. He put his arm around Michelle briefly,and kissed her cheek as she had done to him earlier.
“Look enough” I say firmly, “I don’t know you and you’re in my home. I’m trying to be nice but your making it hard. Leave or I will call the police. But eat your cake; don’t waste it. It’s my favourite kind.”
Marcus grins at me and winks. Michelle is looking at the wall an indignant expression on her face.
“You used to say I was hot” she accused Marcus. “You said how lucky you were to have me and that I was a gorgeouse girl. Now you can’t take your eyes off the tramp who lives here and she doesn’t even like you.” Marcus sighed and started to eat his cake slowly.
” I’d eat faster Lady,” I say to Michelle. She gives me the filthiest look and shovels in the cake murmuring about how good it is and how my figure type shouldn’t have chocolate cake. She remarks how I’d probably end up fatter then her if I don’t watch my figure.
” A minute on the lips forever on the hips” she goads me.
” Are you serious, your cake is done now get your ass out of thr house,” I say.
Michelle looks at Marcus who is carefully eating his chocolate cake.”This is really good,” he tells me, ” Sit down and have some cake with me. You will enjoy it so much, as much as you will enjoy my company.” Marcus licks the chocolate off his teeth and smiles at me that certain way again. I thought he was handsome at first but now I’m thinking he’s creepy.”Don’t listen to Michelle, you are stunning.Your body is lush. Michelle is upset because she is pudgy. She put on a little weight lately raiding people’s desserts…”
I didn’t know what to say. Michelle looked like she was going to explode. I was about to tell her what Marcus said was not true and tell her she had a good figure. But I looked at her as she stood and saw the rolls on her stomach and her wide hips. I wasn’t a small women by any means but Michelle was large everywhere but her pretty face. Even still, why would she stay with such a jerk?
And why would a good looking man choose to be with Michelle? Maybe three years ago she wasn’t fat at all. Maybe Marcus’ criticism of her made her want to over eat so much so she gained a lot of weight. I felt torn between feeling sorry for Michelle, being grossed out by Marcus, and wanting them both to go bug someone else.
” I can’t help putting on a little weight Marcus” Michelle murmurs, “I have a thyroid problem and we have to go back to my doctor so I can figure out what to do about it so I won’t be fat anymore. We are never home long enough for me to make a follow-up appointment to my doctor to find out if I need surgery or to get a prescription for my thyroid. We are always going some place you have to go and I never have the energy to go to a gym because I’m worn out from driving.Let’s go Marcus, she doesn’t love you like I do. She doesn’t want you. She won’t take care of you as I do. Let’s go home so I can be skinny for you again.”
Marcus finishes his cake while Michelle triesto soothe him. He doesn’t listen to Michelle. I looked to see the rest of the cake on the coffee table. Half of it was gone. I sighed and looked at Michelle.
” You shouldn’t follow him around. Marcus doesn’t love you as you love him Michelle. You should drive home now, wherever home is, and talk to a doctor about your thyroid. You probably only need to take pills because your thyroid isn’t swollen but you should get your thyroid checked-out before it becomes worse. Ditch this loser, he doesn’t appreciate you. He has been ogling me the whole time and I despise him. He put you down several times. You need to go and you need to go without Marcus.”
Michelle looked at me mesmerized for a moment. She half smiled and shook her head at me as if I was a sad woman she felt sorry for.” I know love” she said “I won’t leave the man I love. He doesn’t want you. He’s like this with all the pretty girls, but he always comes back to me. Even if I’m fat. You want him like all the others. I won’t let you have him.”
Marcus looked at Michelle and gasped. ” I stay with you because you look after me, not because I love you. You are like a dog, you always stay by my side and do whatever I need. Doesn’t matter if it’s sex or food or whatever. I don’t think you’re attractive. I don’t know if I ever did, when you weren’t fat. That’s why I always go to other women for sex, women who who are pretty enough. I treat them well because they are like me, they are good looking and they have some pride. You have no pride, you do whatever I want, whenever,” Marcus sneered.
He stood up and brushed the crumbs off his lap looking at me apologetically. ” We could have so much fun” he says to me. “You could show me around the city and we could have lots of sex.” Marcus is practically drueling as he talks to me.
I can see Michelle breaking a little more inside with every word he says. He doesn’t want her.
Marcus comes and stands close to me. I am assaulted by the stench of overpowering cologne and he has chocolate smeared on his face.”Baby you have chocolate on your face,” Michelle says without thinking. Marcus looks at her with venom.
” Shut up you Bitch.”
Then he tries to touch my face but I elbow him in the stomach and step away from him. I reach for the phone as a weapon.
“Get out, get out, get out. And Marcus never touch me again you pervert,” I yell.
Marcus looks at Michelle if this is all her fault and turns to me embarassed. He sighs.”Shall we go, ” he asks Michelle, smiling at her again as if he hasn’t verbally abused her.
She looks at Marcus blankley a smile passes her lips. Her face is deathly pale. She shakes her head at Marcus.” I am going. You can find your own way to wherever you are going. It is my vehicle and it has been my money we have been using. I’m cancelling your credit card when I get to the first gas station.” She asks me where that is and I tell her. She nods, a seemingly small women despite her extra weight.
” Have a good trip home” I say ” and good luck with your medical problems. I hope you find answers fast.”Michelle nods a tiny smile gracing her lips.
” I never saw how much he used me until today. I just saw how good looking he was. I saw how good he was in bed. I really loved him but he doesn’t care for me at all. He’s right I have no pride.” I shake my head but she stops me.
” Sorry for eating your favourite cake. I can see why it’s your favourite. It’s delicious.” I shake Michelle’s hand and watch her get into a black car.
Marcus looks around confused then steps out into the street as Michelle pulls out to drive. She screams at him, telling him to get the f$&k out of the way. I laugh as he falls into the snow and Michelle drives off. Marcus looks at me like a dog begging for scraps.
“Go. I am phoning the police this instant. You are a horrible ass and don’t want you in my family’s home ever again. The bus is six blocks up.” I hand Marcus a bus ticket I had on my pocket. I run inside and lock the doors.
Marcus stands in the middle of the icey road for a few moments regarding the bus ticket with unease. Eventually, he walks up the hill by my house and I don’t see him again.
I call the Police anyways and tell them what happened. My details about Michelle are vague. I don’t know if they ever found Marcus. Guys like him use people. He probably found some silly girl who is thinner then Michelle or I.
When my Mom and Dad come home. I explain what happened with one Police officer chiming in often. We clean up the cake and put it in the freezer for another time. I’m not sure it’s my favourite chocolate cake anymore. My Dad calls a locksmith the next day and we receive better locks, ones you can’t pick easily.
The next time I arrive home from being out, I am happy to see the door is locked solid. I still don’t know why Michelle said the dog let her and Marcus inside the house. It was an odd thing to say. Especially considering if said dog was alive her bark would have scared them off. Or the dog would have eaten them. The second option makes me smile as I unlock the door and go inside a quiet house.
Alicia Baker was going for her regular Sunday morning run into the river valley when she came upon a large white rabbit sitting still. The rabbit turned to look at her and stared at Alicia as he wiggled his nose. It was then she noticed a pocket watch clipped to his fur and if she was really honest, Alicia would tell you she thought the rabbit was inclining his head at her as if he wanted her to follow him. But Alicia would never admit to such imaginary notions.
She picked up speed in her Lululemon running pants and top and started to run away from the rabbit. All was well until she stumbled onto a large hole in the ground. She stood at the prepice of the hole when that strange white rabbit with his pocket watch stood up and pushed her in the hole.
Memories assaulted Alicia as she fell forever ending up in a familiar place she couldn’t quite identify. She saw the white rabbit again and angrily cried, “Wait.” But the rabbit kept pace ahead of her and as she followed it she heard a dreaded voice, a voice she hoped to never hear again.
” Whose been painting my roses red?”
Alicia now fully aware where she had fallen to, imagined roasting a rabbit over a spit. She ran her hands through her blond hair in frustration and remembering it was her unbirthday stomped off in search of a Mad Hatter, in need of cakes and tea. She’d done it again, she’d fallen into Wonderland.