Welcome to Trish Faber Ink!
Creative Writing Services
Bringing Words to
Life
Writing for
Children, Ghostwriting, Web Content & Articles, Copywriting,
Editing & Research
This is
the official site of freelance writer and author, Trish
Faber. A site where no idea is ever considered crazy and
over-stimulated imaginations are safe. Creativity is about
having the courage to not only find your voice but share it with
others. It can be frightening- I know. For too long I
was afraid and kept my creativity safely hidden in the
closest. Afraid of being laughed at...ridiculed for being a
bit zany.
So I
tried others means to satisfy my imagination. I coloured my
hair. A lot. I re-arranged furniture and painted
walls. But nothing seemed to work. I couldn't deny
it. I had to write. I was forced to write. And I
was liberated.
Do you
need to be liberated?
If so,
you've come to the right place.
Once
I understood creativity is not something to be ashamed
of, I've been unstoppable. My first
full length novel,
"Songs About Life" is due to hit the
shelves in the new year and will also be available at this
site. I'm proud of my creativity and you should be proud of
yours.
There are so
many ways to tell a story and so many stories to tell. I have
a passion for writing and for listening and I know you are
passionate about your story, web pages and other projects.
It's just me at Trish Faber Ink! so I will work directly with you,
keeping the project on track and helping you succeed. That's
my job and I really do care about my clients.
As a writer
for any of your projects, I strive to be your advocate and
inspire you to do your best work. Whether that means editing,
researching, ghostwriting, I will help organize you and your
thoughts and offer imaginative resolutions. I will
manage your project from start to finish ensuring that you are
completely satisfied, not only at the end but during the entire
process.
To me, there
is no such thing as a crazy idea. Pitch it to me...let's see
if we can make it happen. I'm game if you
are!
ARTICLE OF THE WEEK
Am I Going To Die
Today?
By
Trish Faber
Am I going to die
today? It’s a
thought that generally doesn’t run through my head on a
regular basis.
Should it?
Should I be worried? A young man woke up this
morning filled with boyhood dreams of flying with the birds
and soaring above the clouds. Did he think he was going
die today?
Probably not, but he did. Flew his small plane into
the side of an apartment building in Manhattan. Terrible
accident.
Terrible tragedy. He flies no
more.
A
wonderful woman I knew, a neighbor, crashed her car on a
bridge one rainy day returning home from some innocent
shopping. I
wonder, as she was brushing her teeth that morning and
combing her hair, did she look in the mirror and say, “I’m
going to die today?” Do you know? Is there a feeling you
get?
Did that
pilot look up and see the building before his plane
hit? Did he
scream? I can
only imagine as his plane lost altitude and spiraled
downwards, he knew there was going to be a crash. But die? We never think we’re going
to actually die.
We may get seriously injured but we won’t die. That happens to other
people. Not
us.
We’re a
society of risk takers and adventure seekers. We push the limits as far
as we can, jumping from planes, diving with dangerous sea
creatures, loving every minute of it. But sometimes the parachute
doesn’t open and the sea creature attacks and we’re left
again to wonder, “Am I going to die
today?”
I know
all about death.
I watched bed side as disease and sickness ravaged the body
and mind of someone very close and special. In this case, she knew she
was going to die. It was just a question of
how long she was willing to fight and let me say, she fought
with the courage and ferocity of a lion. When her body finally
betrayed her and she slipped away, I was devastated but
lucky. I had the
chance to say goodbye. Tell her I loved
her. Tell her
thanks for everything. Tell her how proud I was to
be her daughter.
People
die everyday of sickness or in accidents, because of war and
malice. We pause
for a moment and say “oh how sad” then continue to talk on
our cell phones and chomp French fries. It’s so much easier to look
the other way and pretend that these tragic things don’t
happen to you and me. But they do. All the time. And we never know what to
say. Somehow
“sorry for your loss” seems so lame. So many times we say
nothing and stand there feeling embarrassed and
inconvenienced by someone else’s
loss.
I’ll
always remember the last words my mom whispered to me before
she died. She
opened her tired eyes, smiled and said, “hi”, like today was
just any old day. Something so casual, so
simple. Did she
know those would be the last words she ever
spoke? I think
she did. She
knew her time had come.
When I
drive over the bridge where my neighbor died, I always clench
the steering wheel a little tighter, keeping my eyes straight
ahead, trying not to envision the accident. I think of her family and a
lump forms in my throat. I can’t help it, that’s
just the way I am. Then I think of my own
family and as I turn off my light to go to bed at night, I’m
thankful that I didn’t die
today. |
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