With Love and Gratitude by Deb Meredith

With a five-year-old boy in the house, I think a lot about superheroes. In the last twenty years, it seems like we have been severely lacking in national heroes. So it was with great relief that many of us welcomed Obama and celebrated the landing of Sully on the Hudson River. At last—real life heroes! Not someone we could only read about book, assassinated before they’d had a chance to…

Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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In which Deb Kristina’s Muse wears a fedora

One reason I love the writing life is that I can bend it around my family, instead of the other way around. This means that when something goes awry in my family schedule, my writing routine goes out the window. Last week, my youngest was sick for three days. I was supposed to be up to my eyes in revisions for my second novel. This was a time for digging…

Monday, November 10, 2008
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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
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The strangest but most gratifying ‘Thank You’ card I ever received by Deb Jess

Teaching runs in my family. After several decades in corrections, my father returned to grad school to earn his Master’s degree and now teaches theme-based writing to college freshman. My mother, in addition to teaching me many important things about life in general, spent several years as a CCD instructor. (Despite years of attending CCD classes on Saturday mornings, I still don’t know what “CCD” stands for.) My brother currently…

Friday, September 7, 2007
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Escape by Deb Jennifer

Last week, I got a Houdini action figure for my birthday.  He came complete with handcuffs, leg irons, rope, a straightjacket, and a chair to which to bind him.  I’ve been having entirely too much fun tying him up in various poses on my desk.  Escapology fascinates me to no end – in fact, a character in the book I’m working on now is a young aspiring magician and escape…

Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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On the merry-go-round by Deb Jennifer

If you walk into my house you can usually tell if I’m deeply involved in working on a book.  Once I’m sucked in, everything around me goes to hell.  The dishes sit undone in the sink.  Laundry piles up.  Toys left on the floor tend to stay there.  Taped to the walls are huge sheets of newsprint covered in story boards, chapter outlines and various other novel-related brainstorming. Coffee and…

Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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Working Title by Deb Jennifer

I thought I’d go off topic today, because what I’ve been obsessing about lately isn’t astrology, but titles.  But perhaps my trouble with titles has something to do with me being a Gemini – with being moody and indecisive sometimes to the point of paralysis.  See, I’ve got a list of possible new titles for my young adult book taped up on the wall above my desk.  It’s been there for…

Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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Blurbing the Lines By Deb Anna

It’s time for me to go off-topic, not only because I haven’t done it in ages but also because if I were going to detail my quirks, I’d probably have to subject you to a novella. I’d like instead to pay tribute to the shockingly amazing writers who blurbed my book — and explain how I got them. To my knowledge, nobody really talks or writes that much about blurbing…

Monday, April 9, 2007
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When They GET It – Off-Topic by Deb Kristy

I gave a talk at Miami Dade College on Friday. There were two groups of students there, English students and math students, and let me tell you, college students are a tough audience. For one thing, they have their bored look so down. I haven’t been able to arrange my face in that position for years, though I’m quite sure I was a real pro at it when I was…

Saturday, April 7, 2007
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He Drinks by Deb Jennifer

The first apartment I lived in on my own was a tiny place in Berea, Kentucky.   I was maybe 20, in college, doing an off-campus semester.  I ended up in Berea in an ill-advised attempt to be closer to a girl, who, it turned out, didn’t really want to be closer to me.  But Berea was charming, full of folk artists making traditional Appalachian crafts – dulcimers, rocking chairs, woven…

Wednesday, April 4, 2007
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