Category Archives: A Writer’s Musings

Vegan Experiment

As the Yes Woman, I’m always up for a new adventure. This time around, I’m delving into the world of plant-based eating. To help me through this bizarre terrain, I signed up for a four week transition program. One of the serious bonuses to this particular journey is having one meal a day prepared by The Copper Branch. 

Here’s a peek at some of the awesome offerings I’ve had the opportunity to sample:


This was a delicious Quinoa bowl.


A tofu scrambled sandwich (gluten free bread)


Really yummy Quinoa chilli.


Shiitake Teryaki Sandwich. So good.

For a girl who’s not terribly fond of vegetables, this has been an incredible discovery of new tastes and options.

Stay tuned for more!

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Twitter WIP Show and Tell on #R2P

November 7th, 2016

This week’s theme for #Road2Publication #R2P is:

Tell us about your Work in Progress. Give us the hook in 150 characters or less.  Don’t forget to use the #Road2Publication or #R2P

If you tag me @marissa_author I will be sure to ReTweet you!

#R2P-Nov72016

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Yes Woman!

I’m one of those busy types who doesn’t like to sit still. I love having my fingers in many different pies because I tend to get bored easily. When I’m not working on novels, I need something else to dabble in.

Currently, I’m an author, yoga instructor, mom of three amazing kids, and bartender-in-training… I mean, why not?

My latest gig, however, is that of the Yes Woman.

I love adventure, and I enjoying experiencing new things (unless it involves vegetables). Couple that with the whole ‘I-hate-being-bored’ thing, and I’ve created a recipe for fun. I rarely say no to new adventures… unless it involves the aforementioned vegetables, or spiders, or risk of death, then I’ll totally say no. Otherwise, I’m pretty much game for anything.

Recently, I was offered the opportunity to take that concept to a new level. In conjunction with the local paper, The Brooklin Town Crier, I have been visiting businesses in the area and writing about my experiences. A little bit of humour sprinkled with a dash of innocent exploration and the Yes Woman Column was born!

I’m thrilled to be able to share these entertaining articles with you.

For your reading pleasure, here’s the first article to whet your appetite for more:

Boot Camp Diva

“Misty Mozejko, RHN and owner at 10,000 Strong: A nutrition and fitness revolution, wants everyone to know that “no matter where you are in life—fitness or otherwise—you can do it.” This in response to the cringe worthy fear the words boot camp elicit. I should know, since I was cowering in my sneakers the day I showed up for my first Yes Woman experience.

Things you should know up front about me. I’m a diva. I admit this freely. I like soft, cushy, yummy things. I’m not afraid of hard work, and I’ll get out there when push comes to shove, with as much gusto and commitment as anyone, but when there’s no pushing or shoving, I’m happy to relax, curl up with a good book… maybe nap. The very words ‘boot camp’ fly in the face of this time-honoured tradition of laziness, so when The Brooklin Town Crier asked me to don my workout clothes and get my game on, I admit, I whimpered….”

Read the full article on page 5 of the October 7th issue of The Brooklin Town Crier here!

Here’s a photo of me getting my boot camp on:

Yes Woman Boot Camp

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

Day in a Writer’s Life

Day in the life of an author:
Ran 3kms on treadmill (uphill both ways), edited manuscript for 3 hours, made teasers/played on social media 1 hour, washed three loads of laundry, weeded 1/2 the cracks around the driveway, mowed the lawn, swam 1km, and went grocery shopping. Later, I will be making dinner, teaching yoga, and spending a couple more hours editing. #WritersLife Think I need some wine!
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#Road2Publication

I want to start a movement based on positivity, community, support, and fellowship.

road2publication

My vision revolves around three words:

Dream. Believe. Create

If you can dream it, believe in it, then create it.

Dream big. Dream with your whole heart.

Believe in yourself. Believe in your vision.

Create your own destiny. Create your happiness. Create your dream come true.

#Road2Publication is a tool to support authors and writers on their quest toward publication. Whether you’re seeking traditional or self publishing, we all have the same goal… for others to read our work. We might take many different paths to get there, but we are all on the same journey. I’d like to create a community of support where we lift each other up, share our experiences, and root each other on.

Talk about your successes. Share your obstacles. Ask questions. Find answers. Speak about your current WIP. Tell us about your process. Where are you on your #Road2Publication?

In gratitude,

Marissa xo

All About the Journey

Writing is a fascinating process. You start off in one direction, wander down multiple pathways, back track, take the fork in the road, retrace your steps, follow the bend, stare at dead ends, turn back, and try again. So many tangents, so many broken lines… only to end up at the right spot, eventually.

#AllAboutTheJourney #WritersLife #HotInAruba #Word

Gateway to Macha
In gratitude,
Marissa xo

For the Record

From today’s writing: Hot in Aruba

Hot in Aruba

My feet moved mechanically. I was a sexually active woman. I loved sex. I craved the intimacy and high of climax, yet around Carlos, I acted like a girl who’d barely been kissed. And why? Because I was bent on us being friends. That old record was seriously wearing out its groove.

When he’d suggested we should head back, I’d wanted anything but. However, the idea of pushing him down and fucking him in the desert sand hadn’t really appealed to me, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why? Outside sex was hot. A thought burbled to the surface, and I cringed. A whiny, pouty little voice mewled that our first time together should be special.

I kicked a pebble in my path. What the hell was happening to me? I was losing my fucking mind.

Once Upon a Time in the Land of Fairy

Once upon a time by Marissa Campbell

After hearing writers like J. R. R. Tolkien read fairy tales growing up, I grew curious. Could these old stories really inspire the fantastic? There have been many fairy tale compilations over the years, but the one that intrigued me most was Andrew Lang’s collection. In the late 1800s, Lang wrote twelve volumes, each one a separate colour: The Blue Fairy Book, The Pink Fairy Book, The Crimson Fairy book, etc. Over 420 fairy tales to peruse.

What exactly is a fairy tale? I thought they had a moral or warning tucked within their stories, but those apparently are fables. All right, then perhaps they gave a commentary of the times, stating an ideal way of life, guiding behaviour with societal and cultural expectations. Nope, those are legends. What then is a fairy tale exactly? A story involving the ‘fantastic.’ Or better put, a story taking place ‘once upon a time’ in a world unlike ours where magic abounds and mythical creatures dwell. They serve to entertain and delight. Some are long, some are short. Originally meant for adults, they have been tamed to appeal to children.

Fine and dandy. So, what’s my point? Well, I thought I would delve into the realm of fairy and see for myself what those tales were all about. 420 stories… one story a day… (give or take) and my commentary on said stories. Seemed like a fun experiment.

First up is The Bronze Ring.

Once upon a time there was a fair princess. Her father decided she should marry the Prime Minister’s son. She, however, was in love with the gardener’s son. The king felt this was an unacceptable match, but the princess would not be swayed. The king made a challenge to the two suitors. He sent them on a quest: visit a far country and the first to return shall marry his daughter.

The prime minister’s son set out on a gallant stead with a pocket full of coins. The gardener’s son had a slow, lumbering mule and barely a pence to his name.

During their travels each man came upon an old beggar woman. She asked each in turn for help. The prime minister’s son turned up his nose and travelled onward. The gardener’s son stopped and gave the woman food and helped her to a nearby town. Her thanks were so great that she told the gardener’s son a secret: if he followed her instructions to the letter, he would receive a bronze ring. This he did in earnest and of course obtained the bronze ring. A ring that had magical properties, granting the owner anything his heart desired.

The gardener’s son wished for a magnificent ship made of gold and silver and manned by a regal looking crew. He sailed on this ship to the distant country and took up residence there for a time in a great palace. Not long after he arrived, the prime minister’s son hobbled into the city, destitute and in rags. The gardener’s son took him into his service, branding him as a servant, and outfitted him with a ship to return home.

In time, despite the terrible state of the boat and bedraggled crew, the prime minister’s son made it back to the princess first. The wedding was arranged straight away. But the king, upon gazing out his window, saw a magnificent ship moored at the bay and said to himself, “Who is this great prince? I must welcome him at my court.”

The gardener’s son strode into the king’s hall and pointed out that the man set to marry the princess was in fact his servant. When the king learned of this, he revoked the man’s claim and instead let the princess marry the man she loved.

ASIDE: One might think this is the end, but lo, there is more to this tale.

Upon hearing of the magnificent ship, an old, miserly magician knew the gardener’s son had found the bronze ring, and he set out to claim it for himself. After some trickery, he took the ring into his possession and ordered the genie of the ring to make the gardener’s son’s ship a pitiful thing, his crew all beggars, and his hold full of cats.

Since the gardener’s son was on a diplomatic mission at the time, imagine his surprise when the ship beneath his feet changed, the boards rotting and old. He knew someone had stolen his ring. His crew grew hungry, and they landed upon a strange island inhabited by mice.

Now, mice and cats do not mix well, and the mice became rather worried when the cats began eating their fellow countrymen. They called upon their queen to stave off the attacks. She sent diplomats to speak with the captain of the strange ship. He told the messengers that if the mice retrieved the prize he lost, he will take his cats and leave.

The mice sent three of their bravest to fetch the ring from the magician. The old man was crafty. He wore the ring by day and slept with it in his mouth by night. While one mouse guarded the ship, the second soaked its tail in oil and rolled it in pepper. She lay it underneath the sorcerer’s nose. When he managed a great sneeze, the third mouse ran and snatched the ring.

Upon their journey back to the island, the mice began arguing over who was the bravest, and who had in fact won the prize. This of course led to some back and forth and the ring fell into the sea. Imagine their despair! They told the story to the queen who was quite distraught. How would she save her people?

The cook brought her a fine fish for her supper, and when she bit into the tender meat, she discovered something hard. The fish had swallowed the ring. Relieved, she presented it to the gardener’s son who wished for everything to return to the way it was. The gold and silver ship once again materialized, and the cats turned back into sacks of gold and silver coins.

The gardener’s son sailed home immediately and dispatched the wicked magician. The gardener’s son and the princess lived happily ever after.

THE END

What is one to make of that tale? What struck me was the fact that the gardener’s son actually lost the quest! He was not the first to make it back to the princess, yet because of his riches, the king reneged on his early decree and gave his blessing for the gardener’s son to marry his daughter.

The nice thing about this story is that love triumphed over all. A princess must have a man worthy of her caste. Those are the rules. With his bronze ring, the gardener’s son met the criteria.

I’m still not sure why we had the added subplot of the wicked magician, other than he was a means to introduce us to a strange island inhabited by diplomatic and sophisticated mice. Perhaps that part of the tale was to show us that the ring is only meant for those who show kindness, after all, the gardener’s son had obtained it by helping the beggar woman. The old magician nabbed it through deceit.

I’m curious to see what the next tale reveals.
In gratitude,
Marissa xo