Bookstore Lurking by Deb Mia

Confession: I have a “thing” for bookstores. This isn’t a new thing. I’ve had a thing for bookstores for as long as I can remember. We’re talking pre-cafe, pre-espresso machines, pre-cushy sofas, pre-piped in music. Wifi? Please. I’m not picky, either. Corporate multinational book chains? Love ’em. Small indie bookstores? Love ’em. Airport bookstores? Love ’em. School bookstores? Love ’em. Shabby newsstands on the streets of Beijing? Love ’em. Garage sale…

Thursday, November 16, 2006
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Kiss Me, Baby! by Deb Mia

Ah, young love. Come on, you remember … those single and early double digit years, before we got older and life started showing up in mortgage payments, grocery lists, and — God help us — $4.65 Frappucinos. Those were the innocent years, filled with wishes and endless possibilties (“When I grow up, I want to be a famous writer!”) and, first kisses. My first kiss – not the kind delivered…

Thursday, November 9, 2006
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The Truth Shall Set You Free (and other Write Lies) by Deb Mia

All right, all right. I’m going to ‘fess up here. As a writer and author on the brink of publication, I am constantly lamenting to anyone who will listen about how I don’t have enough time to write. If only I had more time to write, my second novel would be done! If only I had more time to write, my agent would see that I’m not a slacker, but…

Thursday, October 26, 2006
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The Earthquake Chocolate Relief Fund by Deb Mia

This just out: if you can make it through a 6.7 earthquake (including a 5.8 aftershock and some), then you are entitled to some chocolate. Or, at least, to write off-topic. “The hairy thing that lurks under my bed” suddenly seems harmless when compared with your entire house rocking and rolling like nobody’s business. “The hairy thing that lurks under my bed” could be a science project gone bad, a…

Thursday, October 19, 2006
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How I Got Published, a Bedtime Story by Deb Mia

A true story, the “take-a-seat, this-may-take-awhile” bedtime story that I tell my six year-old daughter to explain how I ended up as a Debutante Author of a book that will be published in less than – holy smokes – four months: Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wanted to write. Her name was Mia King. She absconded her parents’ manual typewriter when she was in the…

Thursday, October 12, 2006
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Mercedes and the Single Girl by Deb Mia

1987. First year at Wellesley (yes, I went there by choice and no, I’m not a lesbian, and yes, okay, I am a Democrat and I voted for Bill, but no, I don’t vote straight ticket, I swear). I become best friends with a girl from MIT, my first real best friend since elementary school. She has a Mercedes 300D. It’s beige. I’ve never had a car, I don’t really…

Thursday, October 5, 2006
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What I Did On My Summer Vacation by Debutante Mia

Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve been doing pretty well these past couple of decades without Disneyland. This is not meant as a criticism in ANY way to those who you who frequent the 160+ acre playground/fantasyland/shopping mall, but I’m just saying that planning a trip to said place takes, well, a lot of work, even if your in-laws are picking up the tab. It…

Thursday, September 28, 2006
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Who Has Time for Chocolate with All This Grogging Going On? by Debutante Mia

First off, let me start by saying that grogging is hard work. It requires thought which requires a brain, and at the moment, I can’t say that mine is fully functioning. That, and it interferes with my chocolate-eating schedule. Like most women, I have a lot going on. Family, kids, laundry, bills, new book coming out … it’s really a lot, you know? I’ve heard that exercise is supposed to…

Thursday, September 21, 2006
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