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Naughty Muse

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A good friend of mine finished my book, Boyfriend, a few weeks ago.  She offered to read it alooonngg time ago but it took me some time to build up the courage to send it.  She is an avid reader (which means she can sniff out crap), and although we have developed a great friendship through our almost four years of knowing each other, we met in my other life.  You know, the one were I am stuffy suit who doesn't waste words? But after my final edit, my confidence grew, and I decided to stop being a punk and take her up on her offer.  I was still really, really nervous.   Even though my book isn't about me, it is a pretty raw reveal into my imagination.  My take on pain... heartache... drugs... abuse... and sex.

And sex.

The book is about a college guy struggling to be a good guy in a relationship when everything around him is tempting him to stray... including his girlfriend's best friend.   He is layered.  He has a complex, abusive past and unresolved issues with his famil…

NA Alley Entangled Publishing Pitch Contest Winner!

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I forgot to mention, I was a Second Place Winner in the NA Alley Entangled Publishing Pitch Contest.



Thanks to the folks over at NA Alley for putting on the contest and Entangled Publishing for the awesome opportunity :-).


Love and Light,
Faye

One Man's Sardines are Another Man's Brownies

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At the beginning of college, I partied from Thursday to Sunday.  I had fun.  Dressing up. Getting hot.  And dancing with my girlfriends from our noses to our toes-es.  You know how it is... fresh from your parent's house, unleashed onto the world with no real responsibilities, and suddenly complete FREEDOM.  I went to an all-girls Catholic high school so I was really... repressed...  I was a good kid but I was in dire need of self-discovery.  I took full advantage of the opportunity.

By the end of college, the parties were all the same.  I was in a relationship, randomly obsessed with naps, and focused on getting into law school.  Suddenly frat boys looked stinky and sweaty, late-night cabs all smelled like vomit, and drunk people were really, really annoying.  By the time I graduated, I was beyond done.  If I forced myself to go to a party, I wore flats, would dance on autopilot, and glare at any guy that danced my way. 



In short, I had outgrown it.  I had partied it all out of…

Push through the pain. Wipe away the vomit. Keep going...

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I'm all out of words this week...

...but I have a video (yay!). There are so many quotable moments in this interview but the title of this post has to be my favorite.  Thanks, Aisha Tyler!



And Happy Father's Day to all the Daddies especially the Daddy living in my house! Love you, spouse.
Love and Light,
Faye

Damn you, George R.R. Martin!

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Warning: Contains Spoilers

Well, like many Game of Thrones fans, I have spent most of this week recovering from probably the most traumatizing thing I have ever seen on television.  Sunday's episode of the HBO show featured the infamous "Red Wedding" where a series of mistakes and bad decisions led to the slaughter of three [and a half... ugh :-(] series regulars and favorites at a wedding.  The dearly departed were probably the closest thing to "protagonists" that the series - which features multiple kingdoms vying for the throne (hence the title) - had.  Though in retrospect, there were countless clues, on Sunday night, at approximately 9:49pm, I stood up and screamed like my house was under attack.  I then proceeded to curl in a ball on my couch for at least a good thirty minutes.... only managing to text, tweet and status update my feelings over a big mug of Chamomile Tea.  You would have thought I had been the victim of a crime.  The gut-wrenching, blood c…