I’m here to tell you that if I can get published, so can you … OK, honesty required: I had no clue what to write for this post. Lisa the Martyr read her fellow debutantes’ posts about their so-called hardships when it came to finding agents or selling their books — pleeeease! I’m the novelist swamp thing who dragged myself out of the publishing trenches and lived to tell the…
Film rights to Deb Eve’s memoir, FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MALARIA are now being represented by The Endeavor Talent Agency in Beverly Hills. On Monday, loyal Deb reader Larramie will celebrate the release of Gail Konop Baker‘s Cancer is a Bitch, or I’d Rather Be Having a Midlife Crisis over at her blog, Seize a Daisy. Cruise over and say hello! Deb Gail is thrilled with this review on…
My first true love was Shaun Cassidy. I was ten, he was twenty, and I plotted endlessly in my head about how when he was thirty I would be twenty and we could get married. I was certain he would wait for me. I planned my whole week around the Hardy Boys, and anxiously awaited the show. (And occasionally might have been brought to tears when it was a Nancy…
Fifteen Minutes of Shame by Lisa Daily
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…
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…
