April Alisa Marquette's Blog

May 9, 2016

You know we loved him, right?

Hello Friends and Fam,

Today I just had to get with you. I have actually wanted to, for I don’t know how many days.
As of this writing, the world  recently lost a true icon and musical virtuoso, the peerless artist known as . . .Prince. Due to this loss, I — along with countless others are truly aggrieved.
superbowl prince
You may ask “Why?” You may even wonder if people like us aren’t being a bit dramatic and sentimental. If this is you, then you need me to break it down for you. Right here, right now.
Click on: Why we luh dat man Present tense, to begin to understand a bit about the man and his following.



October 20, 2010

Now On Amazon Kindle – EXODUS

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You have got to read my novel EXODUS. It is so hot until I’ve got to say so myself. Okay, maybe I’m nearly breaking my arm to pat myself on the back, but I’ve got to tell you, this is some of my best work to date! There’s this great mystery going on, there are steamy scenes, and you just may find that you’ll want to sleep with the lights on.

I’ll give you an overview:

Sultry Aqua wants to get married. Her significant other wants to get laid. Yet he proposes—that she should fill in for his supper club’s absentee hostess. Thus Aqua meets the dashing Latin Noel who invites her to accompany him to several coastal isles.

Despite dire warnings not to go, the sexy pair make the island-hopping trek, and strange things begin to happen. On a little known isle Aqua sleepwalks. At night she glides through the bayou and alligator filled swamps. During the day, she drifts down hallways dusty with disuse. Then upon becoming privy to the most disturbing thing of all, she takes refuge in a centuries-old cemetery, as around her, all hell breaks loose!

With no other option, the High Priestess from a neighboring isle is summoned, and Aqua can only hope this woman will arrive … before too late.

Get your copy today! on Amazon Kindle  $5.99 — You can’t possibly go wrong!!

October 7, 2010

Continue-the-Story Writing Prompt – Add the next scene (via V.V. Denman)

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love this, join V.V. and myself and let’s see where this goes!

Continue-the-Story Writing Prompt - Add the next scene I'm not sure I've got enough traffic going to make this happen, but let's give it a try anyway. Continue the story in the comments. Begin where the last person left off. Weldon and Priscilla never should have left the safety of their backyard, but the ice cream man's wagon was all too tempting. They didn't even have a quarter, they simply wanted to be closer to the tunes of the Calliope. The children never made it to the corner . . . … Read More

via V.V. Denman

October 5, 2010

What Would You Do?

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A girlfriend forwarded an email to me entitled Breakfast at McDonald’s. I’ve cut and  pasted it below, because I simply had to share it with you:

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called, ‘Smile.’ The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, Literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.

I did not move an inch… An overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible ‘dirty body’ smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was ‘smiling.’ His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched f or acceptance…

He said, ‘Good day’ as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.

I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, ‘Coffee is all Miss’ because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it – the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand.

He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘Thank you.’ I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ‘I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.’

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ‘That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.’

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in ‘my project’ and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, ‘Can I share this?’ I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son, the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:


Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to



and never forget:

To handle yourself, use your head.

To handle others, use your heart…

Ask this question too: were you to find yourself in a situation similar to this woman’s, what would you do?

October 1, 2010

Finding Contentment In Solitude

As I stood out of doors, gazing at the beauty and the newness of another nippy fall morning, a hymn often  sang in my childhood came to mind, Great is thy faithfulness… It was penned by the hymnist and poet Thomas O. Chisolm who was born in the 1800’s. This timeless hymn, that gained widespread popularity while being sung at the crusades of Christian evangelist Billy Graham says: ‘morning by morning, new mercies I see.’

While pondering that beautiful stanza I realized it is true. Although in life we may not have everything we desire, yet we have life. Yes, and with that in mind I must tell you. I am learning that there is a certain kind of contentment in life’s stolen moments —like those that I spent this morning. There is precious solitude, and a gathering of ones self, just before the weight and the demands of the day begin to press in and intrude.

For me, there is yet another truism, also stated in Chisolm’s beautiful hymn, ‘all I have needed thy hands have provided.’ This I was able to note when during my few moments of solitude I reflected on all I do have. Again I realized that I needn’t be so apt to worry about what I don’t have, or what I have yet to achieve or attain.

This morning, as I stood there with dew at my feet, and the rising sun at my back, I watched my agile cat joyfully race up a tree after a squirrel. With a smile, I turned so that I might go, begin my work, the craziness of another day. However, I realized, there really is joy, and serenity, in the moments that are snatched … just for the purpose of feeding one’s soul.

January 11, 2010

Hello world!

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I’m here, I’m a writer and editor and I’m blogging! I’m excited. I hope you will be too. I simply want to talk about things that interest me, things that I am now, or will be, writing about. I’ve got a few things in the works, so I’ll tell you about them. First though, I’ve got to figure out how this works. Wish me luck! (I’m going to need it.) And if I did it right, you can check out my video book trailer for my novel Absolution.

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