The Second Time Around

My second book What Would Emma Do? has hit the shelves a mere 11 months after my debut Unpredictable. More than a few people have said to me: “Wow! Two books right in a row. Your career is moving so fast! You’re so lucky!!” It is at this point that I try to avoid choking on my own tongue or braying hysterical laughter in their face. Fast? Really? I finished…

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Cancer is a Bitch- but Gail isn’t by Deb Eileen

Writing is a funny thing. It isn’t like other jobs where you share a cubicle wall with someone. You don’t have a lunch room or an official holiday party where you can drink to much and end up photocopying your bum. As a writer- if you “borrow” office supplies you’re really just taking them from yourself, which sort of reduces the thrill. Writing involves a lot of people- but in…

Saturday, October 4, 2008

I Never Knew When To Leave A Party- By (long term) Deb Eileen

I’m the only Founder who didn’t leave. It was certainly my plan, but when my publisher pushed back my pub date, I found myself introducing myself to a whole new class and sticking around for another year. I got to be the crusty older deb, the one who smoked cigarettes in the bathroom and threw around publishing wisdom like I knew what I was talking about. I find it hard…

Friday, August 22, 2008

Food just tastes better when you set it on fire by Deb Eileen

There are few food products that aren’t made better by setting them on fire. Take marshmallows. A plain, dare I say raw, marshmallow tastes rather bland. Sticky. Sweet. Overall a rather disturbing texture if you think about it for too long. Ah, but set that sucker on fire, a sugar napalm nugget, and you’ve got a taste treat. Slap that sucker on a graham cracker with some chocolate (and frequently…

Friday, August 1, 2008

Heavy Lifting and Monty Python…by Deb Eileen

As a part of my day job I visit the various worksites of my clients so that I can better understand what they do and if they’ll be able to go back to work at some point in the future. It’s a great way to get the behind the scenes view of different occupations. Some of the more interesting jobs I’ve researched and visited include: fire fighter surgical instrument sterilizer…

Friday, July 18, 2008

S’mores and the smell of gunpowder…

I spent many summers as a kid at my grandmother’s home on Lake Michigan. I used to feel bad for my poor parents who I assumed must be missing me on a near hourly basis. It never occurred to me at the time that perhaps they considered having me gone part of their vacation. My grandmother would house, feed, and corral me and all of my cousins (I think we’re…

Friday, July 4, 2008

I am the most boring person alive- by Deb Eileen

I opened up my purse and dumped it onto the table. I was hoping that there might be something really interesting that had fallen to the bottom- but nope. Based on the contents of my purse I am the most boring person alive. My purse contains the following: – one cell phone – one Moleskin journal to write down inspiration for new novel (or grocery list) – one pen that…

Friday, June 20, 2008

News Flash for June 8th

Deb News Deb Eileen was interviewed by Lux Magazine for their “So Thrill Me” author series. If you would like to win a free copy of Unpredictable by Deb Eileen, you can check out the contest being run on Getting Single both the blog and the podcast. It’s due to start June 14th! Sleeping with Ward Cleaver got a phenomenal review from A Book Bloggers Diary: I about died laughing…

Sunday, June 8, 2008

I would look great in a beret by Deb Eileen

The first few times I told someone I was a writer I wasn’t prepared for their reaction. They looked at me distrustfully as if I had stated that I was a major in an intergalactic alien army while wearing a tin foil hat. “What have you written?” They would ask. Once they heard the answer they responded “Well, I’ve never heard of it.” Sigh. People are full of good advice…

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Remember? by Deb Eileen

Remember the first time a book had the power to take you away? Maybe things at home weren’t that great and at least for a few hours you got to pretend you were someone else, somewhere far away. Or maybe it was a dull summer and there wasn’t a thing to do, so you started reading, telling your parents “I might as well read about someone who has a life…

Monday, May 26, 2008