Novels arrive precisely when they mean to.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

I’m turning forty this year. And when you’re a middle-aged mom writing science fiction at four in the morning, it’s hard to look at all the startling young ingenues in their adorable city apartments, writing life-changing novels, getting MFAs, doing interviews with Lithub— —Let’s just say that I’ve been there. I understand. I thought my life was over in my early thirties when I turned out a truly awful epic…


Your Path Is Perfect

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

We’re discussing age this week. What’s the perfect age to write a novel? For me, this wasn’t really a choice, per se. I have been an aspiring novelist for basically my whole life, and I penned several books in elementary school. I don’t want to brag, but my mother said they were quite good. What happened later was typical and predictable. I didn’t do all that well in my college…


Running Down a Dream

Thursday, October 26, 2017

When my first book is published, I will be forty-seven years old. This dream has been cyclical—one I’ve embraced and abandoned multiple times throughout my life. I wrote my first story in the sixth grade. It was depressing: An old, lonely widow (who loves celery) visits the grave of his wife. I gave it to my dad for his birthday, and was baffled by how hard he laughed after he…


Kimmery Is Not Old

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

I just got around to checking this week’s topic and nearly fell off my chair when I realized what it is: Debuting As a Writer When You’re An Ancient, Shriveled Fossil. So many things wrong here. First, I am not old. I mean, I don’t feel old, but possibly that is because I am immature for my age.* Second, I was thinking of passing myself off as a twenty-something author—possibly…


Lying in Wait

Monday, October 23, 2017

When I decided I wanted to be a professional writer, I was eleven years old, and at that time, it seemed utterly impossible that I wouldn’t be famous by the time I finished high school. I mean, that seemed like plenty of time. Seven years? That was more than half my life so far! In many of the stories written during those pre-teen and early-teen years, the main characters died…


On Being a Grown Woman

Friday, December 4, 2015

November is my birthday month, and I recently had my 48th birthday. That’s right. I think of myself as “pushing 50.” I’ve always been very open about my age, particularly in my engagement with young people. In teaching college students, I consider it part of my job to be a role model. I’m the same age as the parents of many young adults, but my life doesn’t have to look…


Being Good at Something Doesn’t Mean You Should Do it

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Being good at something doesn’t mean you should do it. I wanted to be a writer from a young age, and there were early indications I wasn’t terrible at it. But it was also clear I was fiercely competitive and desirous of showing the male dominated business arena that they weren’t the only game in town. It was my father who helped me parse these two passions. Looking back, it’s as…


You’re Only as Old as You Write

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

This week it’s about age. How old we are. How old we feel. How old we write. I am the oldest Deb. I also waited the longest of any of us to start writing. I was 43 when I typed “Chapter One”, and 49 when I typed “The End.”  My novel will be published when I’m 51. I am, by default, the best authority among us on what it’s like…


Even Cynics Grow Old

A year from now you'll wish you had started today
Tuesday, December 1, 2015

“No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.” —Ernest Hemingway, A FAREWELL TO ARMS My first job in publishing was as an editorial assistant at a small book packaging company. I was fresh faced, a go-getter, and the only one in the office who knew how to work the computer. I have such a clear memory of my first…


1 Under 100: Authors and Age

Monday, November 30, 2015

We are talking about age this week, so let’s start off with the facts. I was thirty-eight when I started writing THE CITY BAKER’S GUIDE TO COUNTRY LIVING. I was forty-three when I sold the book. I will be forty-five when the book is published. How do I feel about being forty-five when my book gets published? I don’t feel anything about it. I think my age is pretty much…