Deb Rachel Writes About Her Friends and Family

When you write memoirs, sharing your books with family and friends takes on a whole other level of OMG. It’s not just that you want the people you love to love your work. It’s that your work is about them. They aren’t just your cheerleaders, they’re your characters. While my book is primarily about me, it’s also about my husband, and my mom, and my two best friends, Callie and…

Thursday, November 17, 2011
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Deb Rachel Will Start Her Own Tradition

I don’t journal. I have no superstitions. I adhere to zero steadfast writing traditions. I got nothin’. After reading the first three posts of this week, I was curious about the word tradition versus the word routine, or habit, or superstition. They’re related, sure, but what makes a tradition different? According to my computer dictionary, a tradition is a ritual that passes through the generations. It’s not just something you…

Thursday, November 10, 2011
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Deb Rachel Likes To Plan

Here’s what scares me about writing: The uncertainty of it all. It starts at the beginning. You sit down with your computer (or typewriter if you’re, like, super cool). Maybe you have an idea of where the story will go, but you can never be certain what those final pages will look like. I’m not an outliner, so even though I had some idea of what I was going to…

Thursday, November 3, 2011
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Deb Rachel Gets Real

Writing non-fiction is an interesting beast. Most of the time, I’d venture that my job is a bit easier than that of a novelist. I don’t have to dream up complex stories from my imagination. I’m not required to keep straight the details of fictional families. It’s not my job to create the perfect ending. I deal in truths, telling what happened, plain and simple. And yet, because I write…

Thursday, October 27, 2011
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Deb Rachel Likes A Good Myth

Myths aren’t all bad. Sometimes they help us have a good time. (Birthday calories don’t count, right?) Other times they let us off the hook. (Since Say Yes to the Dress is on TLC–The Learning Channel!–it counts as educational programming. Duh.) Ignorance, bliss, all that. When it comes to publishing, it can be true. Sometimes I’d rather buy into the myth. For example, here’s a reality I’ve learned about book…

Thursday, October 20, 2011
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Deb Rachel’s Call Involved Katrina & The Waves. Or Did It?

You know how when you reflect on certain memories, it feels more like you’re watching a movie of your life than truly remembering what happened? Like, I’m sure that “Walking On Sunshine” wasn’t actually playing over the office loudspeakers (did we even have loudspeakers?) when I got the email from my agent offering to represent me. Or again when I opened the email with an offer from a real live…

Thursday, October 13, 2011
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Deb Rachel Wants To Be A Bergeron Sister

As someone who has only one brother, I’ve always been fascinated with the relationship between sisters. Fascinated and, yes, a little jealous. It’s this crazy connection that I, despite being uber-close with my big bro, will never understand. First, there’s the air-tight bond. You’re BFFs who can basically read each others’ minds and would go to the mat for each other at a moment’s notice. Except, of course, when you…

Thursday, October 6, 2011
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Deb Rachel’s Library Lesson

I have a little brother. He’s 10. We’re not related by blood, of course. But according to Big Brothers, Big Sisters, we’re family. On Tuesday night, my husband and I took our little guy to the library. Usually we go to the basketball court or the museum or the movies, but this was a school night so the public library seemed the appropriate option. En route, I decided to teach…

Thursday, September 29, 2011
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Deb Rachel Loves Anticipation. Except When She Hates It.

I have a love-hate relationship with anticipation. I love it in theory. I hate it in practice. When I was a kid, I wanted so much to be surprised by my Christmas and Hanukkah presents (we celebrated both). But every year, when my parents weren’t home, I’d sneak down to the basement, open the door to the weird little closet next to our second refrigerator, and unwrap and rewrap each…

Thursday, September 22, 2011
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