Faye McCray

When I was in college, I had an amazing writing professor named John Vernon.  He was the first person in my adult life to encourage my writing  (that wasn’t my Ma, brothers or friends).  He even tried to persuade my mom to allow me to spend a semester in London.   Ever the overprotective mom, she wasn’t convinced (but I…

So, a few procedural notes.  I just added a new link to the Linkety Links – located to the right of your screen (*striking a Vana White pose).  It’s called Pub Rants and it’s a blog by the Nelson Agency, a literary agency I am slowly developing a crush on.  Not only do I love…

My second year of college, I moved into apartment style housing on campus with three good friends.  We lived across the hall from an awesomely fabulous plus size brown girl and her five gay, male roommates.  They used to throw these parties full of sugary sweet cocktails, high energy and notoriously bad dancing that would last into the wee…

241 pages. 70,277 words. 16 Chapters. I am done with my first draft. Now on to re-writing, adding, subtracting, editing… and god willing, becoming published. But before that?   LET’S DANCE!!!!!! I wrote a book!!!! I wrote a book!!!! Love and Light,  Faye

And speaking of old stuff, I watched a documentary aptly titled Sing Your Song on HBO tonight, then DVR’d it and watched it again.  It is about the life and work of actor/activist Harry Belafonte.   His life is an inspiration.  In the documentary, Belafonte discussed using the power of art as a means of resistance and change. …

Currently, I am in our playroom, feasting on pretend food prepared by my boys (“Salt and egg sauce, Mommy,” which is only delicious in pretend) and daydreaming about the inevitable conclusion of my novel. Music is playing.  Not the kind that they can wiggle too but the kind I can think too.  The kind that makes me feel as…