A personality jumble by Deb Meredith

When faced with a choice, I usually gravitate to “neither.” I really don’t like to be categorized or to think of everything as black and white or either/or. And so my answer to whether I’m an introvert, an extrovert or neither is, as it is with many other choices, “it depends.” Introvert? Let’s see… I like to spend time alone. I need to spend a little time alone everyday (a…

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The more things change, the more they stay the same… by Founder Jennifer

Lately, I’ve been into lists.  There’s something very solid and matter-of-fact about a list.  When I make a list, I feel much less wishy-washy, more like a person who takes charge and gets stuff done. Especially if I get all fancy and have bullets.  So here then, is my list of writing-related things that have happened since my days as a Deb: My second novel, ISLAND OF LOST GIRLS, came…

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Life Changes by Deb Anna

Well, I haven’t gone off topic for a while and given that I’m leaving for New York in just a few hours and my usual pre-flight did-I-pack-right-will-my-cats-go-on-hunger-strikes-with-me-gone-and-what-if-I-get-strip-searched-at-the-airport level of anxiety making me draw a complete blank on the topic of wind, I figured I’d write a bit about the way my life has changed since my book came out. In short, it hasn’t. I don’t mean this to sound remotely…

Monday, June 25, 2007

Please Pass the Butter by Deb Kristy

I like my name. It has a certain rhythm to it (can anyone spell rhythm correctly the first time?) and I like the symmetry of the two K’s. I also like the fact that if you fake an Irish brogue, you can say my last name correctly on the first try. Go ahead, try it: Keeeer-nin. Just makes you ache for a black and tan doesn’t it? But like most…

Saturday, April 28, 2007

If I had a nickel for every rejection letter… by Deb Jennifer

For me, it began in the third grade.  I wrote my first story, called The Haunted Meatball.  My teacher, Mrs. Brennan, told me it was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that she was going to send it off to have it published in a children’s magazine.  So off went my first story, into the world.  And we waited.  We waited for weeks.  Then months.  Then one day, she took me…

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

That’s Ms. Femme Fatale to You by Deb Mia

Let me start by saying that I don’t think the label of “Femme Fatale” is appropriate for a high school student. Come on: they’re not allowed to drink, they’ve just started driving, they can’t vote, they can’t play the lottery. And, as the mother of a young daughter, I really don’t think they should be dating. The moral compass in this country is heading south, and I really don’t think…

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Drive-In by Debutante Jennifer

When I was a kid, Saturday night was drive-in night.  Because they charged by the person, we’d arrive at the drive-in packed into the trunk of my best friend Lynn’s mom’s car.  It was a big old boat of a car, and we could fit four kids in that trunk.  Sometimes, she’d let us ride back there the whole way from her house.  We had a flashlight and told each…

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Saturday Night Fever By Deb Anna

On Saturday nights, our family was happy. During the week, Dad wasn’t ever around, my brother and I fought, and Mom made a sound effort (though not sound enough for her overly observant and analytical daughter) to hide her unhappiness. But on Saturdays, we pretended to be a happy family. And we pretended well.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

The Truth Shall Set You Free (and other Write Lies) by Deb Mia

All right, all right. I’m going to ‘fess up here. As a writer and author on the brink of publication, I am constantly lamenting to anyone who will listen about how I don’t have enough time to write. If only I had more time to write, my second novel would be done! If only I had more time to write, my agent would see that I’m not a slacker, but…

Thursday, October 26, 2006

“The Time Has Come,” The Wall Man Said by Deb Jennifer

This past week, instead of writing, I’ve been dealing with contractors — the retaining wall beside our house has fallen in and our roof is leaking.   The guy building our new wall — and it is a beautiful wall — is fascinated with the fact that I’m a writer.   He says he wants to write a book.  Instead of working on my new book, I stand out in the cold…

Wednesday, October 25, 2006