Deb Amy Says Personal Writing Feedback Isn’t Personal

Years ago (but not so much recently) I left feedback on a particular writing site — where writers posted their work soley for the purpose of getting feedback. They only posted short excerpts, so this was merely an exercise in “are you hooked?”  and “would you keep reading?” Now granted, I tend not to grant a lot of leeway.  Even in published work I question what I consider to be…

Friday, April 12, 2013

Five Publishing Lessons Deb Amy Learned On The Playground

1. Find Friends.  Writing is a solitary endeavor.  Preparing to publish your work, is not.  Find critique partners, writing groups, classes, or at least someone your mom can pay to listen to you talk about your work (kidding, sort of). 2. Share. Give and take feedback and advice.  Use kind words. 3. Take Turns. When something good happens to someone else – clap loudly. Your turn will come and you want someone clapping loudly for…

Friday, April 5, 2013

Deb Amy Is A Waiter

It’s true. I’m a waiter. But don’t go placing your order or telling me you want fries with that. Maybe more accurately—I’m patient. I’m accustomed to waiting. I’m good at it, and I don’t mind! Don’t mistake this for complacency. I care a lot.  I make lists about the things I need to do, people I want to see. I fill my thoughts and days with a lot of activities…

Friday, March 29, 2013

Deb Amy’s Hint For When NOT To Write Dialogue, And A Spot Of Tea

This week my Deb sisters have shared great advice and examples for how to write, and how not to write, dialogue.  Today, I’m going share the trick I use for making sure that the need for dialogue is even there at all. As much as we all love to give voice to our characters, in real life we tend to repeat ourselves. We may talk about our weekend to everyone…

Friday, March 22, 2013

Deb Amy Says It’s Not Easy Being Green As Your Book Launches Approaches

As pub day approaches for THE GLASS WIVES (May 14th—that’s 58 days from today if anyone is counting), I’m considering throwing green to the curb for the sake of my sanity.  I know that it’s better to use real plates and cups and utensils than to fill up more plastic bags with trash. I hate that take-out containers overflow in landfills. I realize that refillable water bottles can actually keep…

Friday, March 15, 2013

Deb Amy Chooses To Read Outside The Box

I read best-sellers, bargain books, literary fiction, memoir, historical fiction, chick lit, up-market women’s fiction, (some) thrillers, cozy mysteries, cookbooks, young-adult, middle grade, humor and the occasional romance. But I’m Jewish so I don’t read Christian fiction. Or do I? Oy! Let me explain. My friend, Tina Ann Forkner, writes Christian fiction. Her novel, Rose House, was on my TBR (to-be-read) list. For over a year. I was nervous. I wanted to…

Friday, March 8, 2013

Deb Amy’s Bad Habit Happens Like Clockwork

I admit it. I’m a clock-watcher. I’m a deadline-oriented time-tender. In many facets of my life this serves me well. I meet deadlines, keep reservations, and schedule tasks and appointments. But this tendency also comes with bit of obsessing. Meaning, I schedule just about everything. If I’m going to shower, I’ll plan to do it—in ten minutes. And then in ten minutes, I will shower. If I’m going to the…

Friday, March 1, 2013

Deb Amy Dishes About Deb Dana And Takes A Trip Down Memory Lane

A few years ago I mail-ordered classic Philadelphia food and put it on plates in Chicago. It was my birthday and I wanted to share with my friends the foods I took for granted for 26 years. The smells and flavors of the cheesesteaks, soft pretzels and Butterscotch Krimpets and Devil Dogs were familiar to me, and because my friends are full of awesome, they loved it all and licked…

Friday, February 8, 2013

Deb Amy Listens To Her Dreams, Or At Least She Tries

When I was pregnant the first time, I had baby boy dreams. We never picked a girl’s name. I had a baby boy. I was in college when I woke up the morning of my cousin’s Bar Mitzvah and recalled my dream from the night before, that my history professor was at the service.  I told my father about my funny dream, and prompty forgot about it, as we’re apt…

Friday, January 25, 2013

Deb Amy Dispels The Myth Of Guilty Pleasures

A long time ago in a jeans size far, far away, I vanquished the myth of a guilty pleasure when I realized women had been cast under a spell of believing that they were supposed to do for others first, themselves later. Or not at all. So, one day, with nary a fairy godmother in sight…     The guilt was gone. I realized that what was necessary for some…

Friday, January 18, 2013