I remember my mom, an avid reader, telling me when I was little that first novels were almost always autobiographical. At that stage, I was reading lots of S.E. Hinton books and had just discovered that S.E. was, in fact, a woman. So there was a lot of time spent plenty trying to figure out where she was in the midst of all those Ponyboy’s and Sodapop’s. It’s not so…
Serdechnye pozdravleniya! Double Debs Take Over Russia: Debs Anna David (Party Girl) and Eileen Cook (In The Stars) just sold Russian rights! Really Good Review Things! Booklist calls Deb Mia King’s Good Things “A fresh and thoroughly enjoyable story as enticing as the delectable recipes at the end of the book.” Update! As mentioned in a prior News Flash, due to early big buzz, Deb Eileen’s In The Stars publication date…
Cyber Debs! Tish Cohen’s new website is LIVE! Do foxtrot on over! Let’s go to the movies! We’re getting in line to see Town House, because Deb Tish reports that the screenplay, written by Doug Wright, is in, Fox and Scott Free Productions are happy with it, and they are now searching for a director! Support The Arts! Cover art that is, check out Anna David’s brand-spankin’ new cover for…
Oh, the odd talents I have! Circuses have come beating on my door, Ripley’s calls weekly, neighborhood kids run screaming. But I have to keep up some sort of mystique, and so I’m going off-topic this week. What is so fascinating that I have to leave you all hanging, wondering about my odd talents? Survivor. But first, let me tell you that I am not the reality TV blogger on…
Wonderful actors supposedly struggle with the skill — supposedly, even Sir Lawrence Olivier couldn’t do it. So why I — a writer not particularly prone to tears who isn’t nearly masochistic enough to have ever wanted to be an actress — can make myself cry is beyond me. I’m not exactly sure when I discovered that I had this talent. It wasn’t when I wanted a better grade, got pulled…
I am being a bad deb and should absolutely have my pearls — not to mention ball gown — yanked away for this, but I’m ignoring this week’s scheduled topic and writing instead about the week I had writing my acknowledgments for my book. I hope I’m not the only writer who started thinking about this before the book was even a book. It was surely before I wrote my…
Though I can all but guarantee I will both eat and live to regret these words, I have to say that thus far, book publishing has been fairly dreamy. Keep in mind, however, that I’m saying this after over a decade in the magazine world, where I’ve constantly competed with hundreds, if not thousands, of writers for an assignment, where I’m asked to rewrite pieces up to four times and…
I was thrilled when, at the age of 16, I was given a white Volvo sedan, one of my dad’s company cars, to drive — thrilled mostly because my other option was an ages-old Hyundai, a sort of puke-colored thing that always reminded me of a Flinstones-type of car with two running feet in lieu of an engine. The Volvo was reliable, a cool color, and, people often reminded me,…
When I brazenly stated that I’d be the one to take Mondays — assuming that reading how other people tackled the topic of the week would only cause me undue stress and possibly bring on a continued massive inferiority complex — I surely hadn’t imagined this moment. Me, the day before my introductory post is due, with no clue how to do it. What could I have been thinking? I’m…
