A Watched Phone Never Rings, by Debutante Eileen

Every writer I know imagines “The Call.”  I had plenty of time to imagine the call; I anticipated that I would be doing any of the following when it happened: Working: my cell would ring, it would be my agent! I would give a squeal that would alert my co-workers that something had happened. They would rush to my office where I would share the news. Celebration and jubilation would…

Friday, January 26, 2007
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Your Future is Calling – Can You Hear Me Now? by Deb Mia

When a literary agent for GOOD THINGS called to offer me literary representation, I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of Sears in Hilo, irritated beyond belief. For starters, I had made my husband and four-year old daughter drive all around the island in search of the right infant car seat (I was pregnant and on a mission). No luck. I was trying to save money by…

Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Poof by Deb Jennifer

When I got the call from my agent telling me HarperCollins had made an offer on my novel, I was cleaning the toilet.  It’s funny… you envision moments like this, fantasize about them for months and years, then when they happen, they never quite play out the way you had imagined. I was in my rattiest house cleaning clothes.   I had the white plastic brush in my hand and was…

Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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The Call Before the Call by Deb Tish

My “call” happened in a way that still astonishes me. My agent sent out the Town House manuscript on a sunny Thursday morning in September. I was very much convinced that it would either happen right away or not at all, so by afternoon, I was fairly sure it was too late, that my book was never going to sell. By Friday, I was deeply depressed and by the weekend…

Monday, January 22, 2007
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The fateful call by Deb Anna

The fateful call came in the most modern form possible: as an email. Who knew four words could cause so much joy — the kind that when you’re experiencing, you swear you’ll never be sad about anything ever again, that made the past year of pounding words into a keyboard feel worthwhile, that provided a tangible antidote to the committee of naysayers I seem to have living in my head?…

Monday, January 22, 2007
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Perserverance and Planetary Alignment by Deb Jennifer

The day I landed my first agent, I thought I had it made.  She was one of my top choices – a reputable agent who’d had some big name clients.  And she loved my novel.  She gushed.  She said she didn’t want to change a thing and planned to send it out just as it was.  She did warn that it would be a tough sell.  But she sounded so…

Wednesday, October 11, 2006
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