It’s Not Just About The End by Deb Eileen

One morning this week on my way to work I got stuck behind a logging truck. Traffic was bad so I couldn’t pass and the truck seemed determined to find out how slow it could go before the trees stacked in the back would re-grow roots. I clenched the steering wheel and kept darting glances in the rear view mirror to see if traffic would break and I could get…

Friday, July 20, 2007

Fame- I wanna live forever! By Deb Eileen

I don’t write because I want to be famous. I write because it is what I love to do. However, I am willing to admit I am okay with the idea of becoming famous should it happen. I didn’t set out for immortality, but I’m open to the idea. The best part of about writing fame is your name is famous, but most of the time you aren’t. This means…

Friday, May 25, 2007

Writing by the Numbers by Deb Kristy

Well, based upon my replies this week you’ve likely come to the conclusion that I’m a bit of an organizational freak (because you’ve all been so carefully following my replies, right?).  But when I look around, frankly, I don’t have much to organize. When it comes to paraphernalia, I’m a bareback kind of gal. I have one laptop, one red pen, one spiral notebook, one cardboard box. That’s it. That’s…

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Writing, Hypocrisy, and the Art of the Tag by Deb Kristy

I interrupt our usual Sunday programming (um, there usually IS no Sunday program, but you know what I mean) to bring you an extra special surprise post of great importance, wisdom, and wit. First, I read something so fabulous I had to share, and then I got tagged by the talented JT Ellison, and, well, I break out in hives if I don’t do what I’m told, so, without further…

Sunday, December 10, 2006

How I Got Published, a Bedtime Story by Deb Mia

A true story, the “take-a-seat, this-may-take-awhile” bedtime story that I tell my six year-old daughter to explain how I ended up as a Debutante Author of a book that will be published in less than – holy smokes – four months: Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wanted to write. Her name was Mia King. She absconded her parents’ manual typewriter when she was in the…

Thursday, October 12, 2006