He Drinks by Deb Jennifer

The first apartment I lived in on my own was a tiny place in Berea, Kentucky.   I was maybe 20, in college, doing an off-campus semester.  I ended up in Berea in an ill-advised attempt to be closer to a girl, who, it turned out, didn’t really want to be closer to me.  But Berea was charming, full of folk artists making traditional Appalachian crafts – dulcimers, rocking chairs, woven…

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

News Flash! April 1, 2007

Deb Jennifer Interviewed on Mia’s Blog! Deb Mia is interviewing Deb Jennifer on her blog on Tuesday, April 3, one week before the official release of PROMISE NOT TO TELL. Swing by and hear all about the book and Deb Jennifer’s inspiration for her soon-to-be bestselling novel. Plus, there’s a recipe … towards the end of the book, the character Raven, one of the few remaining members of the commune,…

Sunday, April 1, 2007

A Cry For Help by Deb Jennifer

For several years, my partner Drea and I lived way out in the woods.  I have many strange and wonderful animal stories from these days, but this is my favorite. It was summer.  Mid-afternoon.  Drea and I were in the clearing where our house stood,  building a door which was up on sawhorses.  I had a hammer in my hand.  The radio was cranked up on an oldies station.  The…

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Women of Mystery by Deb Jennifer

This week, I’m going off topic to write about a milestone in my writing life… Last Wednesday, I took part in my first author event!  And weeks before my book even comes out! I was invited to be a part of Vermont Women of Mystery, a shindig to celebrate the 20th anniversary of Sisters in Crime (a great organization dedicated to combating discrimination against women in the mystery field), at…

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Ghostly Voices by Deb Jennifer

My secret indulgence?  Late night AM talk radio.  The indulgence of insomniacs.  I love scanning the dial to pick up obscure little stations from far away.  Listening to the weather in Pittsburgh.  Traffic reports from New York City.  French speaking stations from across the border in Quebec.  But mostly, what I love are the call in shows.   The talk radio psychologists offering advice to the broken hearted and confused.  The…

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

If I had a nickel for every rejection letter… by Deb Jennifer

For me, it began in the third grade.  I wrote my first story, called The Haunted Meatball.  My teacher, Mrs. Brennan, told me it was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that she was going to send it off to have it published in a children’s magazine.  So off went my first story, into the world.  And we waited.  We waited for weeks.  Then months.  Then one day, she took me…

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

News Flash

Debs Debut! Deb Kristy’s book CATCHING GENIUS hits the stores on Tuesday.  Woo-hoo!  Go on out and pick up a copy of the debut BookPage calls “simply mesmerizing” and bestselling author Sarah Gruen calls “gorgeous.”  Heck, pick up an armload – they make great gifts!  In honor of her special day, Kristy will take over blogging duties from Tish on Tuesday (and Tish will take Kristy’s usual spot on Saturday).  Be…

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Making crime pay by Deb Jennifer

I have way too much of a guilty conscience to ever be a successful criminal. The only thing I ever shoplifted was a pack of Fruit Stripe gum when I was seven. My mom said she wouldn’t buy it for me, so into my pocket it went. But the thing is, when I got it home, I felt so terrible, so guilt ridden, I couldn’t bring myself to chew it….

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Six I Read in ’06 by Deb Jennifer

Okay, I have to start off by saying it was way too much pressure to pick one book to call a favorite.  I’m terrible at even the most trivial decisions, never mind one as loaded as this.  So I went back over my reading list (yes, I keep a list because when you have a memory as terrible as mine, it’s a necessity) and picked an assortment of my favorites. …

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

At Mr. Perry’s

It was the seventies and Mr. Perry was a very flamboyant gentleman with huge hair and an equally large mustache.  He wore shiny, too-tight shirts with wide lapels, and brightly colored bell-bottoms. Mr. Perry would coo and cluck and tend to my grandmother, always calling her Dr. Howard, never Laura.  (She loved this.)  She sipped a glass of champagne while he cut and set her hair.  Meanwhile, his “girls” would…

Wednesday, February 14, 2007