The Call Before the Call by Deb Tish

My “call” happened in a way that still astonishes me. My agent sent out the Town House manuscript on a sunny Thursday morning in September. I was very much convinced that it would either happen right away or not at all, so by afternoon, I was fairly sure it was too late, that my book was never going to sell. By Friday, I was deeply depressed and by the weekend…

Monday, January 22, 2007

The fateful call by Deb Anna

The fateful call came in the most modern form possible: as an email. Who knew four words could cause so much joy — the kind that when you’re experiencing, you swear you’ll never be sad about anything ever again, that made the past year of pounding words into a keyboard feel worthwhile, that provided a tangible antidote to the committee of naysayers I seem to have living in my head?…

Monday, January 22, 2007

The Deadliest Kernel by Deb Kristy

When I was a child, my brother and I spent our summers in Tennessee, splitting our time between our mother’s mother and her husband, and our father’s parents. They were vastly different families, in food, dress, religion, expectations of behavior, punishment, and entertainment. (Contrast those summers with our usual life of freedom in Florida the rest of the year and it’s no wonder I developed a fertile imagination; hell, I’m…

Saturday, December 30, 2006

The Town House Turtle by Deb Tish

In some ways, my agoraphobic Town House protagonist, Jack Madigan, and I could not be more different. He’s the son of a rock star and a groupie. I’m the daughter of a medical laboratory owner and an artist. He’s passive aggressive with his therapist. I couldn’t appreciate mine more. He lives in my favorite neighborhood on earth – Beacon Hill in Boston – in a four-storey century town home with…

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The Bald and the Beautiful By Debutante Anna

Okay, I’ll come right out and confess it: balding men is a topic I’ve been dreading. Not because I have deep, painful issues relating to men devoid of hair but because I don’t. I don’t have a bald men fetish, nor do I think hairlessness on one’s scalp makes one undesirable. You’re never going to hear my claim that Bruce Willis really does it for me or that Patrick Stewart…

Monday, December 11, 2006

How Vermeer Got Me an Agent by Deb Kristy

I found my agent like I’ve found a lot of things in my life; through a bizarre series of odd coincidences and happy accidents. First off, let me state for the record that I had no connections in the publishing industry. I have no MFA. In fact, I don’t have any higher degree at all. I had no relatives, friends, friends of friends, kind of/sort of connections, period. I was…

Saturday, November 25, 2006

The Agent Search by Deb Eileen

With the publication of my first book looming, more and more I get questions from other writers who are starting to navigate the publishing waterways. They have a mistaken notion that I have some secrets or know what I’m doing. One of the most common questions I hear is: “Where did you get your agent?” Why WalMart of course – the aisle near office supplies. No – don’t be foolish,…

Friday, November 24, 2006

Desperately Seeking Literary Agent by Deb Mia

Debut fiction author, about to be published, seeks literary representation after ending it with current literary agent. Must be willing to discuss possible story ideas, be open to light editing or comments. Similar philosophy on writing, publishing, and marketing preferred. Has time for me. Laughs at my jokes (I promise to laugh at yours!). Firm but flexible. Responds promptly. Current list should be impressive but manageable, with a view that…

Thursday, November 23, 2006

New to the Neighborhood by Deb Eileen

My book comes out in 81 days. Not that I am obsessing or anything. Mia’s fab book, Good Things, comes out on the same day. It is nice to know that when I go clinically insane from first book anxiety I’ll know someone else in the booby hatch. Plus we’ll each have something to read to pass the time. I’ve always liked bookstores and libraries. The clean fallen leaf smell…

Friday, November 17, 2006

Kiss The Girl – by Deb Kristy

Alternate title: Why Jude the Obscure Infuriates Me  1982. Eighth grade. Fifth period. Speech class…Mark. I only had three crushes in eighth grade: Scott, Jerry, and Tom Selleck. Mark wasn’t a crush. It was love. And he wasn’t getting the hint. I upheld my end of the eighth-grade romance bargain. I’d done everything I was supposed to do. I’d told my friends, my friends told his friends,

Saturday, November 11, 2006