Faye McCray

When I was a kid and I had a bad day, my mom would take me for a big fat ice cream cone at the Carvel on Union Turnpike in Queens.  I would drown my sorrows in a creamy, swirly vanilla cone smothered in sweet rainbow sprinkles.  I’d lap up each dripity drop during our twenty minute car ride,…

Do a happy dance! I reached my first 100 likes on Facebook! To celebrate, I am giving away a $15 Amazon Gift Card!  I think that still buys a book! All you have do is ‘like’ my page on Facebook and then follow the rules below to enter.  The winner will be revealed on Saturday, May 4.  Good luck!…

Once upon a time, I had this cute little blog called Then Came Isaiah.  I started it in 2007 right after I had my first son.  For over five years, it provided a place to gush about my children, marriage and transition from die hard city girl to suburbanite.  What started as a blog for just family…

I wish I could say I fell in love with the written word by reading the classics.  You know, tell you some great story about reading Rebecca for the first time and waltzing around holding the front and back cover like hands when I was done. Or being swept away in the prose of Faulkner…

Humph. The best part about writing a book is writing the book.  It is deeply satisfying to create a world… to create circumstances… and people.  People so dynamic they are practically sharing your ice cream and licking your spoon. Then you watch them.  You watch them take their first breaths.  You watch them cry, laugh,…

Close your eyes… Wait, open them so you can read. You are a writer.  Cloaked in social awkwardness and dreams of self isolation.  Imaginary characters and/or vivid memories make homes in your head… tea time on your shoulders, and take naps between your toes.  Your characters’ thoughts float in and around your mind, sometimes clearer than your own,…

I have big news. But, in the interim, I want to share this amazing video with literary agent/intellectual property attorney Dana Newman on the legal issues in publishing. Love and Light, Faye

I love oatmeal. Like, really love it.  I can be at the fanciest breakfast establishment and instantly peruse their menu for oatmeal, just to get a steamy hot bowl served to me with a plate full of my favorite toppings.  I love the texture, the smell and I love, love, love sprinkling a big bowl…

  I love Sundays.  I love not having to work.  Not having anywhere to be.  I love being able to just sit around with my family and collect dust.  Or take long slow walks just to feel dewy morning breeze on our skin and stare at the clouds.  Bike rides to nowhere with my eldest son.…

  11 Queries Sent 3 Rejections Received 1 Request for my Full Manuscript (!!!!)   My reaction to my first manuscript request  Love and Light, Faye