Advice to My Adolescent Self by Deb Lisa Daily

My adolescent self was never wanting for advice. I have always had an exact replica of myself with 25 years more experience whispering in my ear at every juncture. Her name is Jan, and she is my mother. She knew what I was up to before I’d fully formed a plan for mischief. She encouraged me to be kind when I playfully tortured teenage boys for sport. And she believed…

Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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Stereotypes, Sequins, and Starvation by Deb Lisa Daily

Stereotype: The rich and famous author. Most people outside of publishing believe all authors to be rich and famous. Most published authors are, ahem, not. In fact, most books don’t even earn out their advance. In 2004, Nielsen Bookscan tracked the sales of 1.2 million books in the United States. Here are the statistics: –Of those 1.2 million, 950,000 sold fewer than 99 copies. (79%) –Another 200,000 sold fewer than…

Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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Pet Peaves by Deb Lisa Daily

Don’t you just hate it when someone tells you they’re going to do something, and then they just blow it off? Like for instance, a certain Debutante (whose initials happen to be LD) who is supposed to post every Wednesday morning by like, 6 am EST, but was so wrapped up in her own life last night that she forgot? Don’t you just hate that? Here are my other pet…

Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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It Could Happen To You by Deb Lisa Daily

I have not one, but two, of the strangest publishing tales in history. It never happens like this. But it happened to me. Twice. Which means, it could happen to you. Here are my sale stories: As many of you know, Fifteen Minutes of Shame is my debut novel, but I also wrote a non-fiction dating advice book entitled Stop Getting Dumped! Bizarre Publishing Experience #1 My husband and I…

Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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Organize Your Fat Cells Today! by Deb Lisa Daily

Was anyone else pelted with emails and TV advertisements this morning touting miracle weight loss lollypops and special monogrammed canvas bins that would magically compel your children to put away their toys? Get organized and get skinny, the lofty goals of our generation. Our great grandmothers and grandfathers are surely laughing their asses off at that one. My resolution for this year is not exactly world-changing material either, but it’s…

Wednesday, January 2, 2008
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Culinary Triage: Exploding Gravy and Other Holiday Traditions by Deb Lisa Daily

Christmas Day 2007 will forever be referred to as “The Day the Gravy Exploded”, joining the ranks with such other exciting and memorable days as “The Year The Cat Stepped in the Stuffing” and “The One Where We Got Five Feet of Snow on Christmas Eve and Lisa’s Big Christmas Present (a waterbed!) Was Across The Street In The Neighbors Garage.” * *This was back in the late 70’s when…

Wednesday, December 26, 2007
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Sugar and Grease and Nuts, oh my. By Deb Lisa Daily

My family’s delicious holiday recipes are all filled with cryptic instructions and insider information: “Add sugar to the chip in the blue bowl” “Beat mixture ’till your arm falls off.” I think this was to prevent our precious family recipes from accidentally falling into the wrong hands — Like the Nazis. Or Mrs. Toomey, the little old lady next door, who occasionally tried to pass off recipes found in Good…

Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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Lisa Daily, unlikely supermodel.

Today was one of the weirdest days of my life. I woke up in New York city, in a hotel room, and I had miraculously transformed into a supermodel. Okay, so that’s not exactly how it happened. In actuality, I participated in something that Woman’s World magazine is calling the Deskside Diet. For one week after Thanksgiving, I ate a reasonable diet and used a little bicycle pedaler that fit…

Wednesday, December 12, 2007
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#$@!!! (or, Naughty Me) by Deb Lisa Daily

I am a swear word aficionado. I wasn’t always like this. When I was eleven, my mother made me chew Ivory Soap for yelling “damn” when my brother ran over my foot with his bicycle. This was referred to “cleaning your mouth out with soap” around my house, as in, “watch that filthy language, or I’ll clean your mouth out with soap.” ** Note to parents, this is an especially…

Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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