C.N. Faust's Blog, page 9

WELL IT HAS BEEN A MINUTE.

Were you wondering where Cy was? I’m sure you were. I’m not even going to pretend to know when my last post was and I’m not going to look back that far because I am scared of time travel.

So where has Cy been?

If your guess was “working minimum wage at a gas station” then you would be absolutely correct.

However, I have managed to flee that galling hell and have returned behind a desk, where I belong. My books were picked up by a publisher (who is taking forever to put them out in a digital format *cough*)  but this is all right, because it gives me the opportunity to push my PRINT books, which are very much out and alive right now. So in my next post there will be lots of information and fun links and all sorts of things.

Mostly I just wanted to let you know I was alive.

Here is a picture of me with new glasses and hair to tie you over until my next exciting update. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me so far, I love all of you wonderful bloggers.

Fuck.

I swear. A lot. Surely you have noticed.

I do not appreciate it when ‘excessive’ profanity is equated with a lower intellect or a thin vocabulary. I consider myself to be very clever and intellectual. My vocabulary is in no way lacking. Just because I do not speak in paragraphs and employ every word in my repertoire in daily conversation does not mean I am stupid.

My characters also swear. A lot. Does that take down the value of my writing? Not in my opinion. My characters behave like real people. I’m sorry if that offends your delicate sensibilities. If you want to read nothing but high-minded, heavy literature … then the Bronte sisters await your leisure.

Swearing is a marvelous way to express some of the most base human emotions. Anger, fear, violence, and excitement are given voice through the simplest four-letter words. How is that not amazing to you? Does it frighten you that the core of our being can be condensed in such a manner?

I prefer to think you are frightened. I’d rather that than assume you are a fucking pompous ass.

Shakedown – Official Blog!

Hey! Go follow the official blog for my online graphic novel, Shakedown. New installments posted every week!

http://shakedowncomic.wordpress.com/

Shakedown

 

This is the cover concept art for the graphic novel I am going to be working on. Stay tuned for more details.

Memory Lane!

Wow… am I the only one who remembers this book? I want to read it again. I followed it loyally forever until they stopped posting chapters online.

Daily Portrait – Masozi

 

 

Masozi is the daughter of Queen Sanaa, ruler of Simisola in my new WIP Her Majesty’s Spider.

Threnody for Virginity

Threnody for virginity

Melody played in pity

A funeral dirge for they

Who had so much more

To give.

Soft melodic wailing

Compliment the flailing

Of a drowning acolyte

Who lost their will

To live.

Uplifting epideictic

So sweet we cannot take it

Buried at the feet of

An idol made

Of gold.

Gods we cannot touch

Idols don’t think much

Of their crawling devotees

Yet we love the lies

We’re told.

C.N. Faust Website MAKEOVER!

I have given my website a COMPLETELY new 2014 makeover! Drop by and check it out!!

http://cn-faust.com/home.html

25 Ways to Make Sure Everyone on Facebook Hates Your Guts

Reblogged from Christina L. Rozelle:

25. Post pictures of your meals. In fact, post pictures of every meal, followed by a detailed description of everything on the plate, the recipe used, and the cost (if eating out).

 

24. Bitch. A lot. About everything, every day, a few times a day.

 

23. Brag. A lot. About everything, every day, a few times a day.

 

22. Leave a message on someone’s fanpage, telling them you’ll like their page only if they like yours first.

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Oracle

It is written in your stars, don’t forget

I can read them, I’m divinely inspired

The child of Apollo, prophecy flows

In my veins, it runs wild, uncontained,

So you can’t be blamed for your doubts

Only for your ignorance, your constant

Belligerence and unwillingness to

Acknowledge your fate, what does it

Take? I can speak to your shadows but

I can’t change your road, you plod along,

You don’t know where you’re going, you

Prefer not knowing, but in the back of your

Mind you know it won’t last, you’ll put

Your heart in a cast before you let me heat the

Bones, you will open the wineskin before

You reach home, because you know so much

Better than this Cancer demi-goddess, whose

Father lives on Mt. Olympus, who is ruled by

The Moon and by her emotions, I’m not

Unsympathetic but I’m intolerant, I won’t be

Shot down like Cassandra, I won’t

Stand for it, you won’t have any less than

Your own way, and I won’t waste my

Time on a soul I can’t save.