These Things I Have Read

Friday, August 18, 2017

I’ll be honest, this year was a tough year to fit in reading. Between work, more work, writing book 2, the world exploding, and marketing Allegedly, I barely had time to fit in these few titles. But I can’t sit here and not practice what I preach, which is that reading makes you a better writer. So here are a few of the books I read, in no special order…

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Déjà vu: A Poem

Friday, August 11, 2017

Write a first draft. Edit. Trash parts. Write a second draft. Edit. Eat cookie dough and cry. Write a third draft. Edit. Edit some more. Cry some more. I hate this. I suck at being a writer. Maybe I should be a plumber. This shit sucks. Whatever. Sends to editor. Drinks away the pain. Editor sends letter. He likes! Really? Oh. Makes some adjustments. I mean, I guess this isn’t…

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Go Placidly Amid the Noise and Haste

Monday, January 16, 2017

This week the Debs are writing about self-care and balancing our worlds and our writing lives.  I was recently telling my best friend that lately I’ve been feeling a low-level anxiety that seems to pervade everything I’m doing. My day job is sometimes weird. I feel anxious about how much publicity my novel may or may not be getting/will be getting (compounded every time I see a list with a…

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The End of the Trail by Bonnie Parker

Thursday, December 15, 2016

This week on the Deb Ball we’re writing about jobs, hobbies, or trips that connect to our books. While I haven’t written many poems recently, back in my youth it was something I did frequently. It was a way for me to express myself, a way to let out emotions, a way to understand something that was happening to (or around) me. After the death of my first grandparent, I…

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“After the Final No…” Some thoughts on rejection

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

I have a line from a Wallace Stevens poem framed in my office. Here’s why I love Stevens (1879-1955): the guy was a lawyer, toiling away most of his life in the executive offices of the Hartford insurance company. And yet on his way to and from work each day, and maybe on his coffee breaks, he wrote what he called “the supreme fiction”– poetry. And not just sentimental little…

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Deb Kerry Gets Poetic in the Fall

A VAGABOND SONG THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.   The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the…

Monday, October 15, 2012
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Deb Molly Wrote the WORST TEEN POETRY EVER

At this point in my life, I’m practically immune to embarrassment. I spent the first twenty-odd years of my life completely humiliating myself on a regular (read: weekly daily HOURLY) basis. Strangely, when I started thinking about this week’s topic, I drew a complete blank. “I don’t think I’ve ever embarrassed myself!” I said. “What about the time you got hit by a car?” my wife asked helpfully. “The time…

Wednesday, April 4, 2012
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Fifteen Minutes of Shame, Five Minutes of Sonnets by Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman

Fifteen Minutes of Shame is a fabulous, funny, smart, tightly written book with a huge heart. It will grab you from the first page and drag you, will you, nil you, to the finish. I loved it, read it in a single sitting, and found myself thinking about it for days afterward because in addition to a compelling plot and charming heroine, this book delves into the meaning of family…

Thursday, March 27, 2008
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If I had a nickel for every rejection letter… by Deb Jennifer

For me, it began in the third grade.  I wrote my first story, called The Haunted Meatball.  My teacher, Mrs. Brennan, told me it was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that she was going to send it off to have it published in a children’s magazine.  So off went my first story, into the world.  And we waited.  We waited for weeks.  Then months.  Then one day, she took me…

Wednesday, March 7, 2007
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Me, Myself and Kate by Deb Jennifer

I’m one of those readers always looking for parallels between protagonists and the writers who create them.  The extent to which writers use autobiographical information (or not) interests me.  I know writers who take the “write what you know” advice to the extreme and write themselves into the story in a way that almost borders on memoir.  I’m not saying this doesn’t make for great fiction: it often does.  Here’s…

Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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