Deb Rachel Has Been There and Back Again

I’m coming to the ball from both sides this week. Sure, I am a published author who can spew some learnings about being on submission. But I’m also an aspiring author, one who is prepping to submit a proposal to her agent and is thus steeling herself for the emotional roller coaster ahead. Being on submission is a bit different the second time around. The burden to prove yourself might…

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Deb Rachel Is Proud to Be Embarrassed

I’ve often said that the things we are most embarrassed to admit are the things we should write about. Like my celebrity-bra-strap fiasco. Or, more significantly, my whole “I need new friends thing.” I’ve learned that the embarrassing moments are often the ones readers relate to best, because they’ve been there, they can feel your pain. And sometimes, more often than you’d think, they are feeling the same thing, and are…

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Deb Rachel’s Photo Finish

I think of author photos the same way I think of book blurbs. They make you feel like a glamorous, real-life Author. As soon as I got my book deal, I thought “OMG I get to take an author photo!” It felt so professional, so legitimate. Like the photo was what made me an author, not the 300-plus page memoir I’d spent the last year writing. But I’m not actually…

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Deb Rachel Takes Comfort in Nostalgia

I could probably write this entire post in one word. Potatoes. If the definition of comfort food is a fairly traditional treat that has sentimental or nostalgic appeal (thanks Wikipedia!) then children’s books are my literary Mr. Potato Head. The Giving Tree.  A Light in the Attic. Sideways Stories from Wayside School.  Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.  The Babysitters Club. Little Women.  The Face on the Milk Carton. The…

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Deb Rachel Listens To Madeline’s Mix

I spent about an hour staring at a blank screen for this post. It’s not that I don’t love music. I listen to a little bit of everything, and am a true buff at nothing. My most recent road trip found me belting out equally to Starship (“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now”), Big Pun (“Don’t Wanna Be A Player”) and George Michael (“Freedom”). That said, I don’t write by music….

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Deb Rachel Embraces The Fever

The other day I was watching the movie Contagion, which was more or less a huge mistake. Have you seen that movie? It’s weird. And creepy. And will make you take your hand-washing to a whole new level. Without giving too much away, I’ll tell you there is a part during which a teenage girl is forced to stay inside her house for 144 days—never leaving once!—because of a horrible…

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Deb Rachel Can’t Always Get Fire

Here’s what I think: It’s a lot easier to keep a flame alive than it is to spark a flame in the first place. It’s like on Survivor. Every season, in that first episode, all the castaways want is fire. They’ll do anything to get it. A challenge where you strip down to nothing and hop on one leg, juggle coconuts, and sing Justin Bieber? No problem, if it’ll get…

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Deb Rachel Has A Quitting Problem

Forget writing books. I don’t even know when to stop reading them. It’s true. I don’t quit books. Even if I can’t stand the story, the characters, the sentences, the dialogue. Doesn’t matter. I plow through. I’ve been told over and over that this is a mistake. “Life’s too short,” they say. “So many great books out there, don’t waste time on bad ones.” Yeah, yeah. I know. But I…

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Deb Rachel’s Got a Crush

I’m with Joanne. I can’t remember my first book, just as I can’t remember my first outfit, or my first word. And I love clothes and talking almost as much as I love reading and writing. But if we’re talking about “Loving It,” what I can remember is my first book crush. Reeve from The Face on the Milk Carton. Anyone remember that book? I lurved it so much. Janie sees…

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Deb Rachel Knows There’s a Catch

You guys. Catch-22. I don’t get it. There are few feelings worse than the sense that everyone is laughing at a joke and you’re on the outside. When I first read the Joseph Heller novel, often referred to as a comedic masterpiece, I was a senior in college. And I kept waiting for the funny parts to start. When I read back bits of dialogue from the novel now, I…

Thursday, February 9, 2012