In which Deb Kristina ha viaggato nell’Italia

My best vacation ever came out of my only regret. It was 1996, or maybe 1997, and my husband and I were poverty-stricken newlyweds living in a dodgy apartment (we once came home to find police surrounding one of the buildings, and later heard there were shots fired and people seen fleeing out of windows). Bruce worked at night, which meant in the evenings I was ready for happy hour…

Monday, May 25, 2009

In Praise of First Comes Love, Then Comes Malaria by Deb Meredith

First Comes Love, Then Comes Malaria is the story of a woman who searches for love, and finds adventure and a new career in the process. It is a memoir and a love story, but it’s also the story of a woman who finds her true calling after joining the Peace Corps and traveling to Ecuador and Uganda. Eve Brown-Waite’s personality springs from every page of the book. She is…

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Books that Made Me a Writer by Deb Meredith

It’s difficult for me to remember a time when I did not read. Books were as much a part of my childhood as play, and so much of my play revolved around stories. As a child, The Humpback of Notre Dame was read aloud to me, and we named our new kitten Esmerelda. We had to change the cat’s name when we found out that “she” was really a “he,”…

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Up in the Air by Deb Tiffany

I may be the only author in the world who doesn’t really mind if she doesn’t go on book tour. That’s not to say that I don’t want to sell a gazillion copies of my book and wake up to find it posted in the top ten on a bestseller list, I just don’t want to travel to do it and the reason is because I’m terrified of flying. Really…

Thursday, October 30, 2008

What I Didn’t Read on my Summer Vacation

For reasons I still haven’t quite gotten to the bottom of, the summer I was fourteen my mother decided it would be tremendous fun to take a little mother-daughter trip. On a train. From London to Hong Kong. Bear in mind that this was back in the pre-Glasnost Dark Ages. Reagan was in the White House. The Day After had just beamed its vision of post-nuclear civilization across America, scaring…

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Beat Me, Whip Me, Send Me on Book Tour by Deb Lisa Daily

The business of publishing can really knock the wind out of you. There are dozens of people involved in turning a big stack of paper into a book — the writer, agents, editors, publicists, marketing people, print managers, sales people and tons of support staff. But sometimes it feels like the loneliest gig in the world. If it’s your first book, you probably won’t go on tour. You probably won’t…

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Publishing Emergencies and Reshifting and the Guy Doing Jennifer Aniston Arms by Deb Gail

Just before we’re leaving for spring break, I hear back from my editor that her response to my edits will be complete two days after we arrive in South Beach. And would I be available for a phone chat? This is nobody’s fault; just the way things keep turning out for me. I sort of keep believing the myth that writers have control over their work hours. But even though…

Monday, April 28, 2008

So. Where Should I Go on my Trip of a Lifetime? by Deb Jess

Ah…I’m digging into my creaky mental vaults to present you with my best vacation memory. Problem is, I don’t know if I have one! I have taken no gorgeous trips to exotic lands, unless you count Nebraska (I kid the Nebraskans!)…I DO have half a dozen ‘road-trip out west’ stories, but I’ve got to ixnay their divulging, as many of the details ended up in Driving Sideways. (Wall Drug and…

Friday, April 18, 2008

Drinking with Don Quixote by Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman

Have mercy on me, dear readers. Because I cannot do justice to the topic this week. I have a wonderful trip to tell you about but there was so much in it that cannot be captured and it all comes out of me in a bit of a tumble. Nevertheless… A few years ago I received a phenomenal gift: a trip to Spain. A decadent, beautiful, month long trip with…

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Out of Africa by Deb Jenny

I dreamt of Africa. Since I was a small child, I yearned to make it to the “dark continent” to see for myself the magic and mystery of such far reaches of the globe. How lucky I was that my brother-in-law got a job many years ago in Zaire, now the Democratic Republic of the Congo (a rather cruelly ironic name, considering how very un-democratic the country is). My husband…

Tuesday, April 15, 2008