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Fin.

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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

Sing Your Song

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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.  He reminisced on singing songs of rebellion... songs of joy and songs of love.  I had no idea how instrumental he was in the civil rights struggle. I also had no idea just how incredibly talented he was/is. He was handsome (I mean, the man was beautiful), strong and courageous. I fell in love with him... about fifty years after the fact... but I fell in love with  him nonetheless.  Then I googled him and fell in love with this picture of him and the lovely Dorothy Dandridge.   



Why would anyone want to be anything other than an artist?

Love and Light,
Faye

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...

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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 though I am laying on blades of grass on a warm day, watching my barefoot children playing around me.  Sun is shining... not too bright.  The leaves of the trees are blowing with the cool summer breeze.  And its smells like barbecue... because I LOVE it when it smells like barbecue.  The kind of day where my husband reads a book and I fall asleep with my head in his lap daydreaming with a small smile on my face. 

Sometimes good songwriting can be just as satisfying as reading a good book. Maybe even more so.... I hope I die with headphones in my ears and my arms full of the people I love.

Enjoy an old song.  Happy MLK day, folks!

Love and Light,
Faye

Fear

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Since I started this blog, I have received a great deal of support from (most of) my friends and family.  People seem inspired by my decision to follow my dreams and I have had deep conversations with people I never thought I would about things they have always dreamed of doing but never dared to take on.  I know so many more frustrated professionals with artists burning inside of them than I initially knew.  It has me thinking a great deal about fear and how it keeps us from pursuing the things we know will make us happy. 

I am not a naturally fearless person.  In fact... I am actually pretty anxious.  I think... and think.. and over think every decision I make and I even lie awake at night wondering if the decisions I made are the right ones.  For instance, when I decided to go to law school - I was the first in my family to go - in fact, I was the first of my siblings to graduate college.  I thought to myself - who am I to think I can do this? No one in my circle was a lawyer.  No…

60,000!

Announcer: Congratulations, you've reached 60,000 words! Tell her what she's won, Bob!

Bob: Faye McCray, you've have won complete OBSESSION with your novel! OBSESSION comes equipped with sleeplessness nights, distracted conversations, using your husband and his body parts to heighten your description writing capability and the ability to turn every single conversation into conversation about your novel!

Wooo hooo!!

I am well on my way to completion, folks and I am feeling more and more like the hippie artist I always hoped I was.  Yesterday, I was sitting in my favorite spot in my favorite writing place having breakfast and reflecting on how far I have come in my novel.  There was a time where I felt like I could never write a novel because I truly believed my stories needed to find their own length and I needed to feel my words - not plan them.

Pretentious much?

Understand, my writing came of age in college when everyone was doing Spoken Word.  My writing during that point…

Happy New Year!

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It was about ten to midnight last night when we prepared for our quiet welcoming of the new year with family in New York.  We had a bottle of Moet, a few champagne flukes and munched on treats from one of those Pepperidge Farm assortment of cookies boxes. My kids were fast asleep, one beside me and the other across the hall. I was fighting sleep, just a little bit, I had a wonderful day in the city - seeing Les Miserables with my husband and spending the afternoon with Greek food and an old friend.  The day before, we braved the cold to take the kids to see the holiday train show at the New York Botanical Gardens

It was magical.

When the clock struck 11:59, we counted down - exchanging glances from across the dimly lit room, careful not to wake the sleeping children.  We are a family that has experienced loss.  So, we were thankful for another year we were able to spend together.  We counted down, curious as to what another year would bring but hopeful that it would be filled with…