Deb Kerry Loves Cover Art

I love book covers. This is one of the reasons why I prefer paper books to electronic. When done well, they draw us straight to the books we love. When done badly – well – things happen. Mismatches occur. People pick up books they think will be one thing, but turn out to be another. Or they don’t pick up the book at all because the cover doesn’t pull pull them…

Monday, May 6, 2013

Deb Tom Is Thankful for Distractions

 Gobble. GobbleGobbleGobbleGobble … Wait. English. Yes. Welcome to Thanksgiving Day at the Debutante Ball! The debutantes are all spending today with their families (and hopefully none of mine), so I – DEB TOM – agreed to fill in at the Ball today. (I might have stolen Deb Susan’s password without her knowing, but we’ll just make that our little secret, shall we?) Those of you in the United States are…

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Judging My Own Book by Its Cover, by Deb Meredith

We all know that covers matter. I’ve seen ones at the book store which have made me wrinkle my nose in disgust (too much pink, strange lettering, a photograph or a drawing that is just too much). And then there are the ones whose images promised such wonderful stories that I felt compelled to go right over and pick up the book. The real trick for a writer is to…

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The magic of someone else’s eyes, by Deb Katie

DISCLAIMER: the two images below labeled as “my bad design” are just that — my own bad design. Not in any way, shape, or form did these horrific little tableaux come from the good folks at Hyperion. When I first began to think of “Bad Girls Don’t Die” as an actual, possible “book”, naturally I began daydreaming about covers. Many moons ago, the book was called “The Girl Least Likely,”…

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

In which Deb Kristina waxes lyrical over her book cover

I couldn’t imagine my book cover. My publisher asked for cover ideas and I could only blather about beaches and lighthouses, only don’t make it look TOO beachy. Helpful, no? One’s name on a book cover is a treasured dream of any aspiring author and I was about to see it come true, only, I couldn’t come up with any meaningful image. My book is about family, facades we put…

Monday, January 19, 2009

News Flash, October 12

Deb Eve’s First Comes Love, Then Comes Malaria has been chosen as a 2009 Reading Group Choices selection. Deb Gail has lots of news this week! Monday October 13th Gail will be on Chicago’s WGN-TV Noon News. On Tuesday she will doing a live chat on at 7pm CST. On Wednesday she will be speaking at an author event called “Body, Mind and Spirit Connection” (sponsored by Harry Schwartz…

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Dirt on the Debs by Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman

Okay, I don’t actually have dirt, but I like alliteration, needed a title and figured it might catch your attention. And I do have some behind the scenes tidbits to share that are interesting, if not particularly dirty. We started as strangers back in July and had to divvy up jobs, learn how to use the site, post our blogs etc. About 200 emails later, with a huge amount of…

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Publishing Emergencies and Reshifting and the Guy Doing Jennifer Aniston Arms by Deb Gail

Just before we’re leaving for spring break, I hear back from my editor that her response to my edits will be complete two days after we arrive in South Beach. And would I be available for a phone chat? This is nobody’s fault; just the way things keep turning out for me. I sort of keep believing the myth that writers have control over their work hours. But even though…

Monday, April 28, 2008

Being bad. So bad. By Deb Lisa

I have been bad for weeks. Not convenience store hot dog robbery bad. Not sneaking off to the Motel 6 with the lawn guy bad. But I have been bad. At least, bad for me. My first book, Stop Getting Dumped! was “crashed”, which means the publisher had it in book stores as fast as they could print it. So fast, in fact, that the book was on shelves a…

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Sweetest Gig by Deb Lisa

This week’s theme is candy, but since I spent last week’s post waxing rhapsodic about twinkies and chocolate and cheetos, I thought I might branch out a bit. Last night, I was stuffing invitations for our school gala, sitting around the dining room table at a neighbor’s home with half a dozen women, the usual corps of volunteers. A few were friends, a few others I met there. My job…

Wednesday, October 10, 2007