Life Changes by Deb Anna

Well, I haven’t gone off topic for a while and given that I’m leaving for New York in just a few hours and my usual pre-flight did-I-pack-right-will-my-cats-go-on-hunger-strikes-with-me-gone-and-what-if-I-get-strip-searched-at-the-airport level of anxiety making me draw a complete blank on the topic of wind, I figured I’d write a bit about the way my life has changed since my book came out. In short, it hasn’t. I don’t mean this to sound remotely…

Monday, June 25, 2007

Message in the Sky by Deb Anna

The other day, I was walking home from a friend’s house on a beautiful day. The cliche about L.A. is true — nobody walks, even when it’s just a few blocks, even though we’re all obsessed with exercise. Point is, this was an unusual thing to be doing. While I was walking, I looked up in the sky and saw that a plane was writing a message. I became immediately…

Monday, June 18, 2007

Driven to Drink (Water) By Deb Anna

I used to drink almost no water. Before I got sober, water was the beverage you had one cup of for every two glasses of alcohol you consumed, if you wanted to avoid being hung-over the next day — a fact I was usually too drunk to remember. Thus, in the morning, it was what I poured down my chalky and charred throat so zealously that anything trying to make…

Monday, June 11, 2007

Eat Read Love By Deb Anna

The way I read is similar to the way I eat: sporadic, thoroughly disorganized, and just as likely to occur in the car on the way somewhere as while I’m sitting down. And just so you know, I’m not joining Deb Kristy in the “reading on the road” club — trust me, my driving is dangerous enough without that. I listen to a lot of books because I know I’d…

Monday, June 4, 2007

Birthing a Book/Debut Day By Deb Anna

What is there really left to write at this point? After all the links on the book’s website, my own website, the book and my MySpace pages, the debut page here, and the interviews, what is there to say about debut day besides, Phew, I made it? I’m writing from a beautiful, idyllic town in the mountains near Palm Springs called Idyllwild, where the most complicated thing you should have…

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Perception Problems By Deb Anna

I have a perception problem, in that I see things as much worse than they actually are. My writing, my personal life, Spiderman 3 – whatever it is, my mind is excellent at taking in the facts, twisting them using some elaborate algorithm that I’m not even conscious of, and re-presenting those facts to me as somehow tragic. Forget glass half-empty; my mind perceives the glass to be broken. (I…

Monday, May 21, 2007

We’ll Always Have Paris By Deb Anna

I’m definitely tempted, now that the topic is pop culture, to just surrender to my lowest common denominator urges and write about Paris and her potential incarceration. I actually went on CNN and discussed this issue twice this week (I will talk about Paris ad infinitum if it means publicizing my book, and they were kind enough to show the book cover both times). I just want to know who…

Monday, May 14, 2007

First Friend By Deb Anna

When I began thinking about this topic, I planned to write about Leah, my best friend from kindergarten through about third grade. Fourth? It can be difficult to determine when best friendships morph into regular old friendships, especially while looking back on those pre-pubescent years, but I’m fairly certain that by fifth grade — after Leah had transferred schools — we’d both moved on to other favorites. Then I remembered…

Monday, May 7, 2007

Sign of the Times

When I used to tell people my sign, they’d nod and purse their lips, as if to say, “Figures.” Or they’d ask me directly if that was my sign and smile victoriously when I admitted that it was. Or, when I revealed the information, they’d shake their heads, take a tentative step away and mutter something about how they once knew one, but it had been a long time ago….

Monday, April 30, 2007

My Namesake

I’m no stranger to writing under names that aren’t my own. See, when you’re on contract with a magazine and that contract doesn’t net you enough to, say, pay for both gas and food, and yet the parameters of the arrangement don’t allow you to write for other publications — well, you get a little creative. The name I’d use, if it didn’t need to be a female author, was…

Monday, April 23, 2007