In which Deb Kristina wishes she didn’t care about hair

I don’t have any outstanding hair disasters. I just think it’s a disaster that I care about my hair. My grandma – my dad’s mom – always used to say that curly hair is wasted on boys. My dad does have excellent hair. It’s wavy and thick and was once a nice deep brown the color of black coffee. (Now it’s turning silvery gray and he keeps it too short…

Monday, April 6, 2009

In which Deb Kristina licks her wounds

Ways to deal with rejection 1. Cry. (But preferably not in front of the rejecter.) 2. Pull weeds in the garden. 3. Exercise. 4. Play Wii boxing, and make a little avatar for the rejecter. 5. Read one-star Amazon reviews of any book ever connected with the rejecter. 6. Get angry and write long profanity-laden journal entries, rant to close friends and family (but STEP AWAY FROM THE BLOG.) 7….

Monday, March 30, 2009

In which Deb Kristina questions her choice of fridge magnets

In Real Life & Liars, the character of Katya is defined in part by her kitchen: “Her granite countertops gleam, her stainless-steel refrigerator reflects the afternoon sun coming in from the breakfast nook, and if she were prone to do such things, her utensils and pots hanging from the rack above the center island would sound like wind chimes if she brushed them with her hand. Once, she saw a…

Monday, March 23, 2009

In which Deb Kristina has luck of all kinds

There once was a job I coveted mightily. In my imagination, this job had grown to represent My Career Success. I’d never been so excited about a job interview. My would-be boss seemed primed to hire me. You know how you get those feelings? Where you just know it’s going to work out and it’s all just paperwork? And sometimes it’s even true? My would-be boss had asked me to…

Monday, March 16, 2009

In which Deb Kristina is at a loss for heroes

This is how hero worship turned out for my aspiring songwriter character, Ivan (nicknamed Van) in Real Life & Liars. “For a time, Van had a poster of his hero taped on his apartment wall. Bob Dylan stared down at him every night and every morning, heavy-lidded, cigarette drooping. Then Van got drunk on whiskey one night and ripped it down, and in the blazing light of morning, through all…

Monday, March 9, 2009

In which Deb Kristina says finding an agent is (not much) like dating

The surprisingly short list of how searching for a literary agent is NOT like dating You can’t put make-up on your query letter. Well, you could, but it would smear. Also, hard to tell if your query looks better in a “summer” or “winter” palette. Bad breath not so much of a dealbreaker. Obsessive Googling directed more toward Publishers Marketplace and agent blogs as opposed to say, You never…

Monday, March 2, 2009

In which Deb Kristina shows you around the place

(This post is best viewed on Firefox, Safari, or IE 7+. Internet Explorer users who are seeing wonkiness can click here for an IE-friendly version.) Welcome to my office. Sorry that it’s chilly in here. There’s no heating vent in the office itself, it has to share with the rest of the downstairs, and seeing as its February, the whole downstairs is a bit nippy. Sometimes my toes go numb,…

Monday, February 23, 2009

In which Deb Kristina applauds POSED FOR MURDER

I want to be just like Lydia. She’s talented, strong, resilient and also? She lives in a cool neighborhood and wears really groovy vintage clothes. All of this makes her a terrific heroine in Meredith Cole‘s Posed for Murder. There are plenty of books which lavish attention on a character’s surroundings and clothing, but it seems to me many of these books merely label-drop – Manolo, Prada, etc. – or…

Monday, February 16, 2009

In which love hurts all kinds of ways, by Deb Kristina

Real Life & Liars isn’t a love story, but it’s a story about love. In all the writing advice books, they talk about having high stakes for your characters. In adventuresome books, an author can literally hang the fate of the free world in the balance, or at least the life of a beloved character or two. I like to read those books, but they’re not my kind of thing…

Monday, February 9, 2009

In which Deb Kristina tells of the days before the Do Not Call list

My first job was a little unusual, I think, as first jobs go. I worked as a summer office temp for my best friend’s dad’s mortgage company. It was full time, five days a week, just like any other office job. I was fifteen and couldn’t drive, but some co-workers happened to live nearby so they drove me both directions every day. It wasn’t a bad job at all. I…

Monday, February 2, 2009