Birthing a Book/Debut Day By Deb Anna

What is there really left to write at this point? After all the links on the book’s website, my own website, the book and my MySpace pages, the debut page here, and the interviews, what is there to say about debut day besides, Phew, I made it? I’m writing from a beautiful, idyllic town in the mountains near Palm Springs called Idyllwild, where the most complicated thing you should have…

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

My Mystery Seatmate by Deb Tish

By the time you’re reading this post, I’m probably headed to New York where I’ll meet Patry Francis, author of The Liar’s Diary for an almost-week of book-related antics. Tuesday night, 7 pm, May 29th, Patry and I have an event at Borders at Park Ave. and 57th that will be attended by at least one person–my therapist. She’s already informed me she’ll be late–a good therapist always manages a patient’s expectations….

Monday, May 28, 2007

Fly Girl by Deb Tish

Ever since 9/11, I’ve been especially uninterested in flying. It gave me great peace of mind to know I had no plans to go anywhere beyond a day’s drive or train ride. So when my LA publicist suggested launching Town House from out West, my knees went weak. I would have to board a plane. To ease back into flying, my husband and I made a quick trip to New York…

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Astronomy and Astrology

Science was never my subject. I considered myself artsy and science not creative.  In University we had to have a set number of science credits in order to graduate. I was really excited to sign up for Astronomy. My family and friends were a bit surprised by my enthusiasm and downright shocked when I told them that astronomy had been a long standing interest of mine. In the weeks before…

Friday, May 4, 2007

News Flash! April 15, 2007

Ale! Deb Anna sold the Italian rights to her book, Party Girl, which means that Italians will be able to read all about the misadventures of a ragazza facile (that’s ‘party girl’ to you and me). Debs on the Road! Deb Kristy will be in Tennessee and Kentucky this coming week. Come see her if you’re near-by! Details here… Debs on the Web!  Promise Not to Tell has the honor of being…

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Animals My Dog Most Wants To Eat by Deb Kristy

So I’ve been “on the road” this week. I’ve been to Sarasota and Miami, doing a couple of events in both towns, and I’ve been lucky enough that my husband was able to accompany me on my Miami trip. We came over on Thursday and will leave on Saturday, and so what, you might ask, did we do with the infamous troll? (You might ask, I said, I didn’t say…

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Women of Mystery by Deb Jennifer

This week, I’m going off topic to write about a milestone in my writing life… Last Wednesday, I took part in my first author event!  And weeks before my book even comes out! I was invited to be a part of Vermont Women of Mystery, a shindig to celebrate the 20th anniversary of Sisters in Crime (a great organization dedicated to combating discrimination against women in the mystery field), at…

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A Gay Old Time By Deb Anna

It was just a movie date and I was nearly paralyzed with fear. Who could blame me? I was, well, me — a 16-year-old with a miniscule amount of self-esteem who’d never been on a date and he was legendary. Not legendary in some kind of a Sean Connery way (who knew he’d come up somewhere besides during the Balding Men week?) but in that adolescent, BMOC way. Not only…

Monday, February 5, 2007

Bookends by Deb Kristy

I hate the phone. It runs in my family. I am genetically predisposed to distrust all forms of instant communication. And yet for a writer on submission, the phone takes on a level of importance only slightly above oxygen. Every time I was at my lowest point on my road to publication, by some bizarre cosmic coincidence, that phone rang. Posting each instance of this would take an entire page,…

Saturday, January 27, 2007

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