Deb Molly Says Quit Yer Pitching!

Thanks to everyone who entered our Query Critique Contest! The contest is now over, but stay tuned each day this week to see who our winners are (remember-we said we were giving away 5 critiques!). Today`s winner is Amy Giuffrida! Congratulations, Amy! We`ll get in touch with you soon, but in the interim, get polishing that query!   On Monday, Deb Rachel and I both taught writing classes at StoryStudio…

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Deb Molly Talks About Sex (and Publishing)

Remember the first time you had sex? Maybe you spent months — or years — dreaming about the moment when it would finally happen. Maybe you didn’t think about it much at all. Maybe you were impatient because all your friends had already done it, and you couldn’t wait for your turn. Maybe you were determined to be the first one of your friends to do it. Maybe you were…

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


At this point in my life, I’m practically immune to embarrassment. I spent the first twenty-odd years of my life completely humiliating myself on a regular (read: weekly daily HOURLY) basis. Strangely, when I started thinking about this week’s topic, I drew a complete blank. “I don’t think I’ve ever embarrassed myself!” I said. “What about the time you got hit by a car?” my wife asked helpfully. “The time…

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Three (Hundred) Faces of Deb Molly

I have a confession. This girl? That’s not me. Sure, those are my earrings, and that’s my hair (on a pretty decent day), and I suppose those are my features, but still. That’s not me. This girl is polished and sure of herself, staring at the camera with a hint of a smile — or is that a challenge? This girl knows what she’s talking about. This girl don’t take no…

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Deb Molly’s Comfort Food for the Writer’s Soul

My comfort food is books. When I’m tired, anxious, depressed, lonely, or grieving, I turn to books. When I need guidance, I turn to books. I turn to them for comfort, for distraction, for companionship, and for inspiration. As a writer, you have to remember to feed not just your body, but your creative self. Of course, there are many ways I feed my writer (and, sadly, some ways I…

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

How to Make a Mix Tape, by Deb Molly

  1. Choose your theme. For years, I made an Autumn Mix (melancholy, good for driving down country roads just before dusk) and a Spring Mix (poppy, good for spring cleaning & dance parties) every year. Road Trips require their own mixes. So do best friends.     2. Get a yellow legal pad and a good pen. Flip through your music collection & jot down any song that matches…

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Deb Molly’s Relaxing Rejuvenating Winter Writing Retreat

Last February, Chicago looked like this:   and my house looked like this:     I was working on line edits for The Princesses of Iowa, which I’d imagined would look like this:   …but which, unfortunately, looked a lot more like this: So when some friends of mine suggested we rent a cabin in Michigan for a weekend writers’ retreat, I was in. The other women were both working…

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Deb Molly Sat Right Down and Wrote Herself a Letter

About two-thirds of the way through my first novel (which you may remember from last week), I got completely stuck. I like to talk through problems, and for about the first year of this project I’d had my best friend Ali around to help me. We’d go to a diner, order french fries and coffee, and I’d read parts out loud or hand them across the table and then ask…

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Deb Molly is a Keeper*

I don’t do “moving on.” I also don’t do “getting over,” “throwing away,” or “forgetting.” I still have the dress I wore to the 8th grade semi-formal, the converse all-stars I wore in high school, and mix tapes from college. I’m still super close with my best friend from pre-school. My college boyfriend is still one of my dearest friends. If I had limitless cash, I would go dig my…

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Deb Molly’s RACE AGAINST the DEATH (of her Iditarod dreams)

Kids read books differently than adults do. These days, when I say I loved a book, I mean, “This book has beautiful sentences and strong characters, kept me entertained on a long plane ride, and the ending didn’t disappoint me. I’ll probably read it again someday. I’d like to own a copy of it and keep it on my shelf.” But back then? When I was eight years old? When…

Wednesday, February 15, 2012