Deb Amy Dishes About Deb Kerry

This week we’ve celebrated Deb Kerry’s debut novel, BETWEEN, with a look inside the Deb interview, multiple giveaway opportunities, fabulous food, and lots of penguins. Don’t forget to leave a comment each day (there’s still time) to have a chance to win your own copy of BETWEEN and more! As we wrap up BETWEEN week here at The Ball, I wanted to slow things down a bit to tell you…

Friday, February 1, 2013

Deb Amy Listens To Her Dreams, Or At Least She Tries

When I was pregnant the first time, I had baby boy dreams. We never picked a girl’s name. I had a baby boy. I was in college when I woke up the morning of my cousin’s Bar Mitzvah and recalled my dream from the night before, that my history professor was at the service.  I told my father about my funny dream, and prompty forgot about it, as we’re apt…

Friday, January 25, 2013

Deb Amy Dispels The Myth Of Guilty Pleasures

A long time ago in a jeans size far, far away, I vanquished the myth of a guilty pleasure when I realized women had been cast under a spell of believing that they were supposed to do for others first, themselves later. Or not at all. So, one day, with nary a fairy godmother in sight…     The guilt was gone. I realized that what was necessary for some…

Friday, January 18, 2013

Deb Amy And Her Quirky Query Experience

In October 2010 I signed with my agent, Jason Yarn from Paradigm, after querying agents for ten months. But, in true Deb fashion, I didn’t meet Jason because of a query letter. I met him when I entered a Query Tracker contest that Spring. I won the contest, along with four other aspiring authors.  The prize was that Jason would take a look at my full manuscript.  And he did….

Friday, January 11, 2013

Deb Amy Is Tired Of Beginnings. Sometimes.

Beginnings. It’s a daunting topic. On one hand it’s exciting to step into a brand new year—any new year—but especially the one in which I’ll become a published author. Although this is far from the beginning of that journey, it is the beginning of the next leg of it. On the other hand, beginnings are exhausting, laden with unknowns as well as opportunities, strewn with disappointments as well as surprises….

Friday, January 4, 2013

Deb Amy Dances Around “The End”

Trust me when I tell you—you’re going to want to sit down for this one. The end of The Glass Wives used to be the middle. The current ending was somewhere around the 2/3 mark. The beginning used to be page 100, and the last 1/3 of the original manuscript that landed me an agent? It no longer exists. No wonder I have a problem with endings, huh? I seem to know…

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Deb Amy And The Art of Unexpected Friendship

In 1991 I landed a job in the admissions department of a small Lutheran college in New Jersey. The fact that I knew nothing about college admissions wasn’t nearly as strange as the fact that I was the only Jewish staff member, and most likely, the only Jewish person on campus. I picked up on the way things were done and grew comfortable in my role handling computer issues, desktop…

Friday, December 21, 2012

Deb Amy Channels Cinderella And Embraces Conflict In Women’s Fiction

This statue-angel-thingy sits on my desk displaying one of my mottos: Embrace Change.  Frankly if I hadn’t, and didn’t, and wouldn’t, I’d be up the proverbial tree and creek. But in my writing world of women’s fiction (no heroes, no zombies, no high heels) the opposite must be true. Your main character (mc), and perhaps your secondary characters as well, cannot embrace change. At least not at first. Conflict must…

Friday, December 14, 2012

The Ties That Bind Deb Amy

Am I the only person who thought this week’s topic was about Fifty Shades of Grey? Well then, in the new light in which I am thinking about the ties that bind, I’m reminded of the many times I moved. Five times in the 1990’s. During that time I had to leave a lot of stuff behind and not accumulate more stuff.  This taught me, quite plainly, that while I liked my…

Friday, December 7, 2012

Deb Amy Is Up On The Roof. Or Is That Rough?

I moved to the midwest in the mid-1990’s after a lifetime in Philadelphia. Until I took the twelve hour drive I’d never been farther west than Harrisburg, PA. I was thirty. My son was two-and-a-half (don’t do the math, he turns 21 in March) and was slow to speak, so he really lassoed his speech skills as a resident of a quaint Chicago suburb.  Which is when we realized that…

Friday, November 30, 2012