Deb Tawna finds her goldfish inspiring

We’ve been talking about mentors & inspirations this week, and I have to say, mine is a bit of a cold fish. Seriously. I acquired Shirley the goldfish four years ago as part of an employee benefit package I negotiated for a new job. (As a sidenote, the fact that my most significant compensation demand was a goldfish should tell you why I’m lucky to have a smart agent handling…

Friday, February 4, 2011

Deb Tawna swaps kitchen coaching with her critique partner

Like most writers, I have critique partners. One is Cynthia Reese, a multi-published romance author in rural South Georgia. Since I’m in Oregon, we’re separated not only by a bunch of miles, but by vast differences in culture and lifestyle. It’s what I value most in the critiquing process, and it’s also produced some comedic moments in the culinary realm. We both love cooking, so it seemed natural to swap…

Friday, January 28, 2011

Deb Tawna joins the buzz for Deb Eleanor’s book

Special News Flash: Congrats to Amy C. and Melissa M. who won copies of Deb Eleanor’s The Weird Sisters yesterday!  Now, on to Deb Tawna’s regularly scheduled post! When you get picked to do a group blog like this with four other authors, there’s a factor no one likes to talk about. You basically agree in advance to gush with praise over books you’ve never read from authors you’ve never…

Friday, January 21, 2011

Deb Tawna thinks finding an agent is like the happily-ever-after in romance novels

I write romance, so it’s no coincidence I often see life through a filter of heaving bosoms and greased abs. It’s not just the love scenes (OK, it’s mostly the love scenes). Aside from that though, there’s a parallel between finding a great agent and achieving the elusive happily-ever-after. The thing you think you want isn’t always what you need. That’s a common romance novel theme, whether it’s a guy…

Friday, January 14, 2011

Deb Tawna confuses beginnings and ends

Wait, we’re talking about beginnings this week? Crap. I had a whole post planned out for ends. Well, rear ends. Male ones. The top 12 most spectacular rear ends on the planet (complete with photos). In lieu of posting a dozen butt pictures, I decided to google this week’s blog phrase, “new beginnings.” It’s a surprisingly popular term that’s been claimed by a home for teen moms, a chiropractic clinic,…

Friday, January 7, 2011

Deb Tawna finds philosophy in her pants

I wasn’t feeling very inspired by this week’s topic of “favorite quotes,” so I took off my pants. What? That’s not what you do for inspiration? I got some new jeans, and quite by accident, discovered something printed on the waistband: As a romance author, I feel obligated to point out that in order to see this meaningful message about following your heart, you have to remove your clothing. I’ll…

Friday, December 31, 2010

Deb Tawna’s family traditions aren’t so traditional

Being a Fenske is a bit like being a member of a bizarre gang. We don’t wear matching bandannas or commit felonies, but we do have a complex set of rituals that make no sense to outsiders and must be strictly followed under the threat of death. Take phone calls, for instance. If I’m speaking with my parents or brother and the conversation starts to wrap up, here’s what you’ll…

Friday, December 24, 2010

Deb Tawna finds rejection laughable…er, mostly

There are ways to find humor in anything life hands you. Even rejection. That’s what we’re talking about this week at The Debutante Ball, and it’s a subject near and dear to my heart. If you’re not regular reader of my blog, Don’t Pet Me, I’m Writing, you might not know the story. For the sake of keeping it brief, here’s the short version: I took my first stab at…

Friday, December 17, 2010

Deb Tawna’s idea of a balanced meal is not the same as her husband’s

My parents did an excellent job teaching me the importance of balanced nutrition. As an adult, I’ve added my own neurotic twist. All food groups must be represented in a meal. I start to twitch if there’s not a fruit or veggie on my plate, and I would cheerfully suck milk straight from the cow if it were the only way I could get my three servings of dairy. My…

Friday, December 10, 2010

Deb Tawna’s creative well may be running dry

For over a decade, I’ve been designing my own holiday cards. It started with a silly Photoshop job that made it look like my husband and I were hanging miniature versions of the family pets on the Christmas tree. Then there was the year I Photoshopped a rather bizarre mistletoe love-fest with the dogs French kissing and a cat humping my husband’s leg. There were innocent ones with the pets…

Friday, December 3, 2010