Deb Kim is Grateful

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.  Things for which I am grateful: For friends. Family. Food on the table without worry. Heat from the furnace without sacrifice.  My husband’s job. Good schools for my children. Our health.  This song was the highlight of my wedding for me. My book opens with my marrying Mark. And I’m grateful for the gift of humor to help salve our wounds and to see the joy and the…

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Deb Kim on Life… later.

Ah procrastination, sweet, sweet companion procrastination. I am a deadline girl. Tell me something needs to be done by “XYZ” and I’ll get it done. Give me a loosey goosey, “Would you could you if you don’t mind,”  assignment and watch it age like a piece of cheese in the sun.  It stinks. I tend to multi-task far too much. That puts my brain into overload mode and then I…

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Deb Kim: How Night Opened My Eyes to The Day

I didn’t have to think for more than a moment when I contemplated which book has meant the most to me, or had the biggest effect on me. It’s Night, by Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel.  I read Night in tenth grade. I knew of the Holocaust, of course. But Night plunged me into the fear and darkness and horror of what happened during WWII. The book changed me. It gave rise…

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

So This Is What Launch Week Feels Like! Deb Kim’s Thoughts

Wow, this is pretty cool, guys. I’m giddy and and I’m up – so giddy up!  First, thank you from the bottom of my swelling heart for the kind words and amazing feedback and reviews. I am really humbled. I was terrified to write a Kimoir. Every chapter I wrote strafed me with doubts like bullets. “Should I? What will so and so think? Is this right? Am I being…

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Deb Kim’s Scare: Robbed While Home!

I have had my share of scares. Some pretend, like at the local haunted house as a kid or seeing a movie like Silence of the Lambs (one of my favorite movies.)  Some real – like when we lost my daughter Mia at Liberty Airport in Newark NJ and feared she’d gotten onto a train to the next terminal. She has autism and that would have ended very, very badly….

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Deb Kim’s Favorite Place

What makes a place a “favorite?”  Is it the memory of a happy time? In that case, an altar at a Church on Hilton Head could be my favorite place (yesterday was my husband’s and my 19th wedding anniversary.) But no, that’s not my favorite place. It’s simply a locale. My parents used to take us to a local amusement park as kids, long since torn down and rusted away…

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Don’t Judge a Book By Its (Really Great) Cover

One of the perks of being part of The Debutante Ball is being able to read advance reader copies of some wonderful books. It’s like being introduced to a whole new crowd of friends or tasty foods you might never have ordered or cities you’d never thought to visit. Elixir, by actress and author Hilary Duff (and co-written by Deb Elise) is a perfect example. I’m well past “Young Adult,” age though I…

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Contest! The Debutante Ball Welcomes Molly Harper

Molly Harper is the author of the critically acclaimed Jane Jameson series (Nice Girls Don’t Have Fangs, Nice Girls Don’t Date Dead Men, and Nice Girls Don’t Live Forever.)  She has recently branched into non-paranormal fiction with her first trade paperback, And One Last Thing. Molly Harper worked for six years as a reporter and humor columnist for The Paducah Sun. Her reporting duties included covering courts, school board meetings,…

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Deb Kim on the Concept of Change

I tried to come up with a lot of pithy thoughts on change. The fact of the matter is that in 2010 (and since the beginning of time, not to get too Darwin’y on everyone) change is fast, furious and unavoidable.   Think of your phone, your TV (where people have to call Comcast to figure out how to change the channel), your computer and even your books. How many of…

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Deb Kim’s Worst Advice Ever?

Any advice that begins with, “Your mom will never know, go ahead and…” is likely to be the worst advice ever. From this I know. I was an unruly child. My third grade teacher Sister Barbara nicknamed me “Hotseat.” I’d finish my schoolwork and boing out of my chair to straighten books on the shelf or rustle papers (that smelled of yummy mimeograph fluid) needlessly.  I was a multi-tasker before…

Wednesday, September 29, 2010