Deb Eleanor on Autobiographies

I’ve been to a lot of author readings, and without fail, someone will ask some form of this question: “Is your book autobiographical?” I’m not sure why people tend to assume that all fiction is autobiographical, but on the other hand, I think it often is, at least to some extent. Writers write about things that interest them, and many of us are inspired by what we see in our…

Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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Deb Elise’s Wild Terror of New Beginnings

Creatively, there’s not much that’s more daunting than a totally blank page waiting for you to spin it into either gold… or crap.  Those are of course the only options — each blank page will either catapult your career to that coveted next level, or reveal you for the fraud you truly are. Know what helps me?  Writing freelance, and having all kinds of deadlines. Since I still have all…

Monday, January 3, 2011
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Deb Elise’s Creative Challenge

Okay, I have an idea. I don’t know about everyone else out there, but I’m guessing a lot of you are like me, in that my main creative outlet is writing.  It’s great and I love it, but it’s not like I sing, or play an instrument, or knit, or scrapbook, or sculpt, or paint… I write. The above are crafts I did not make. But the more I thought…

Monday, November 29, 2010
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Finding… and Losing Your Muse by Deb Meredith

I once spent a whole afternoon shopping for the perfect pair of shoes to wear to a fancy dress party. Exhausted, I got on the metro to ride home. I was sitting in a daze and was surprised when my stop came. I jumped up, got off the train and left my shoes behind. Sadly, I had to wear a pair of shoes I already owned to the ball that…

Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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The muse that’s worth the wait, by Deb Katie

I used to say my muse was my little green notebook. But that’s not quite accurate. My notebooks are more like partners. I actually have a series of retired notebooks, the way old British aristocracy would have a series of beloved hunting dogs, generation after generation, who had served them well and faithfully over the years. First there was the blue one; then the green; now the white flowered; soon…

Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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Nowhere else I’d rather be, by Deb Katie

(This post is best viewed using Firefox, Safari, or IE 7+.) (I hope Kristina doesn’t mind that I’m going to borrow her “photo tour” angle!) I used to have the office upstairs for my writing and the sewing room downstairs for my creative work (well, you know what I mean), but after about two years, the husb caught on and demanded that the space be divided 1-1 rather than 2-0….

Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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A jack of all trades, by Deb Katie

Writing used to be my hobby. Then I started doing it for a living — not just with my book, but at my various day jobs over the years. You’d be amazed how spending a whole day finding words for someone else’s vision, while fun and rewarding (er… most of the time), can deprive you of the energy to pursue your own vision, especially in your precious free time. So…

Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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Signs of the Times

It started with Hanukkah. When she was three, my first daughter came home from pre-school toting a dreidel and singing a Christmas carol. My Irish Catholic/English husband shrugged and gave the top a whirl. A month and a half later, she came home, plopped a red lantern on the table, and chortled, “Gung Hay Fat Choy!” My husband raised his eyebrows. “What?” I cleared my throat. “She’s wishing us happy…

Thursday, November 20, 2008
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The writing life: Unscheduled by Deb Meredith

I’ve always envied those people who say that they treat their writing like a nine to five job. They sit down after breakfast to write, break briefly for lunch, and then write until dinnertime. I envy them their discipline, but I also strongly suspect they are lying. I mean, who can really do that? I certainly can’t, even during those times when I’ve had nothing else going on. I do…

Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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Word Compost by Deb Eileen

Do you recyle? Not bottles or cans, not cardboard or newspapers, magazines or glass. I’m talking about what writer’s throw away in volume- words. Yes, your rough drafts, the ugly drafts, the “who knows what I was going for there” draft. The stories that never got off the ground, the character details that were cut, or those those brilliant scenes that were sacraficed for pacing. What do you do with…

Friday, April 25, 2008
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