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…
“The Time Has Come,” The Wall Man Said by Deb Jennifer
This past week, instead of writing, I’ve been dealing with contractors — the retaining wall beside our house has fallen in and our roof is leaking. The guy building our new wall — and it is a beautiful wall — is fascinated with the fact that I’m a writer. He says he wants to write a book. Instead of working on my new book, I stand out in the cold…
How much better my life would have been if I’d had an agent in First Grade by Deb Tish
First we’ll review a few of the things a good agent does: Guides your career Looks for potential problems with contracts Negotiates on your behalf Edits the drivel you might otherwise release into the world Tells you you don’t suck when you’re fairly sure you do I could have used this kind of support from the start. On my first day of school, my parents dressed me up in an…
Exercise Addiction By Spandex-ed Deb Anna
My name is Anna and I am an exercise addict. In terms of addictions, it could be worse – I should know, because I have all of them. (I have what they call an addictive personality.) With exercise, however, I’m not planning to get into recovery. See, considering the fact that I’m also addicted to chocolate (an obsession I seem to share with my fellow Deb Mia), my need to…
iRobot – A Love Story by Deb Kristy
I am sure that those who know me think I came up with this topic, The Hairy Thing That Lurks Under My Bed, because I actually do have one (see above example: Niko Vom Kiernan), and I spend a large portion of my daily life cleaning up after it. My family has heard it. My friends are tired of listening to it. For the record, I didn’t invent this…
Lurking by Deb Eileen
I looked under the bed this morning to see what was lurking. The recovered tally includes: one lone sock, a book, a couple of dead crusty Kleenex, several clots of dog hair, a hair scrunchie and few magazines. (no they weren’t porn unless you count cooking magazines as food porn)
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…
Call It By Name by Deb Jennifer
When I was a kid, I thought there was a trapdoor under my bed that led to the goblin trains. Sometimes, at night, when I’d put my head down on the pillow, I’d hear the rhythmic sound of the trains speeding along the tracks deep underground. I’d picture the tunnels through dirt and stone and the terrible little men who drove the engines. Sometimes, one would come up and take…
Everything to Fear by Deb Tish
Fear is a delicious topic. Not only is it the focus of my novel, Town House, in which the main character is too riddled with agoraphobia to leave the house, but I have such an assortment of my own fears that encapsulating them in a single blog post seemed nearly impossible. To distract myself from my formidable task, I Googled fear. There’s a fear for just about anything you can…
Being Defiant By Deb Anna
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…
