Kimmery Tries Not To Write

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

  This week’s topic is the importance of NOT writing and I was sorely tempted to turn in a blank page as my offering. Who doesn’t love irony? When I first heard I’d been selected as a Debutante writer for 2018, I experienced a brief thrill, followed by an immediate stab of horror. What had I done? Producing an article a week—on a strict schedule, on top of having to…


Authoring in the Modern Age (Or … How the fu*k did books get written before?)

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Authoring in the Modern Age I often imagine writers in the pre-internet, pre-social media, even pre-electricity age, and I am filled with sympathy. I simply cannot understand how anyone got anything done before computers came along. As the sun set and the quill ran dry, there was no option but to go to bed and get a really good night’s sleep. Up with the sun and seated at the salmonella-saturated…


Focusing in Paradise

Friday, December 9, 2016

As a writer with A.D.D, I know ALL about writing through distractions and attempting to keep focus. This past week has been particularly tough due to these amazing Cape Town views. Like, how does anyone expect me to write when the weather is gorgeous and there’s not a cloud in the sky? Same thing happens during the summer in New York. All I want to do is be outside in…



Saturday, January 18, 2014

We’re excited to introduce you to Terry Shames, whose bestselling debut, A KILLING ON COTTON HILL, came out last year to great acclaim. Her second novel, THE LAST DEATH OF JACK HARBIN just launched and we’re hearing the buzz big time. Woohoo! Terry’s books are set in small-town Texas and feature ex-chief of police Samuel Craddock. In The Last Death of Jack Harbin, the chief of police is out of…


Deb Susan Manages … Today

Sometimes, life and news and the world at large whirl into a giant maelstrom from which there’s no escape. Stress at home. Death on the news. Disasters on every possible level. It all becomes too much. I think about all the things that could happen, the things that must happen, the things that might happen … and all of a sudden I want to do nothing but roll myself into…

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Deb Elise Scurries to Finish Her Post in Time

Here on the west coast, it’s 11:18pm, November 14th (but I took the bleary-eyed pic when I finished this post, almost 40 minutes later).  I’m just now sitting down to write my Deb post for November 15th… which is already here in every other time zone of the contiguous United States. I wish I could say I’m doing this purely because our theme this week is “Procrastination,” but alas, that’s…

Monday, November 15, 2010

Deb Elise Gnaws on Anne Lamott

You know how sometimes something is so overwhelmingly perfect, you just want to bite it? I say this all the time to my daughter.  “You’re so delicious, I just want to bite you!”  Sometimes it’s more specific, like “Look at that face!  I just need to bite that head!”  Or “look at that tushie!  I have to bite that tushie!” I should clarify that my daughter is only six.  At…

Monday, September 20, 2010

BAD GIRLS DON’T DIE… but they can whine! by Deb Katie

As I write this post, it’s Monday evening. I’m at the office, because my husband’s working late. The big excitement today was that the “honor system” candy dish came in $8.25 under, provoking a very entertaining and scathing email. I’m mad at myself because I ate too much over the weekend and haven’t worked out since Saturday. My left eye itches, because I have terrible hay fever. My dog has…

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

What’s Your Bizarre Beauty Secret? by Deb Danielle

Well, I’m looking at the other deb’s beauty suggestions this week and I’m surprised that no one mentioned hemroid cream. Seriously. I have a close friend who was in the beauty industry (which spends its $ making women feel insecure so they’ll buy products to make themselves feel more secure, but that’s a different post) and a few years ago everyone in the industry had hemroid cream in their purses…

Thursday, June 26, 2008

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