Deb Elise’s Wild Terror of New Beginnings

Creatively, there’s not much that’s more daunting than a totally blank page waiting for you to spin it into either gold… or crap.  Those are of course the only options — each blank page will either catapult your career to that coveted next level, or reveal you for the fraud you truly are. Know what helps me?  Writing freelance, and having all kinds of deadlines. Since I still have all…

Monday, January 3, 2011
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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
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Deb Elise Refutes Benjaminicus

The worst advice I ever got was never to get a puppy, and never get a dog around Christmas. This advice was from my husband.  I ignored it, and on Christmas Eve nine years ago, my husband and I brought home nine-month-old Riley, our first-born.  You can see him in yesterday’s News Flash. As for bad career advice, the worst I ever got was well-meaning, but wrong.  The giver was…

Monday, September 27, 2010
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The Writing Advice Deb Sarah Got Saved Her From Careers She Would Have Hated

Can you imagine me as a biologist? Nope, didn’t think so. Neither can I. But somehow in the beginning of my sophomore year of college, I got distracted and lost, and even though my lifelong dream had been to pursue writing, I had concocted some strange plan to go into medicine. I’d hightailed it from the journalism building to the biology labs one quarter, and after one particularly grueling lab,…

Thursday, September 23, 2010
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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
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Deb Elise’s Weird Compulsion for Self-Torture… a.k.a. Deb Elise’s Hobby

Consider this my 12-Step Group intro: Hi. I’m Deb Elise, and I have a sick penchant for running marathons. All together now: Hi, Deb Elise. I know for many people, running isn’t strange at all. There are people who love running, gazelle-like people built for speed who float out the door and glide along for miles without a care in the world. I am not one of these people. I…

Monday, September 6, 2010
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The creative process… and I do mean “process,” by Deb Katie

So, bad habits. Let’s talk bad habits. I’m going to come totally clean on this. Heck yeah. This post is going to be like a cleansing… what’s another word for cleansing? Let me just go check thesaurus.com. [45 minutes later] So, where was I? Yeah, I’m going to examine my bad habits. I mean, I don’t really have any more or less than your typical person. I can be a…

Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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The resounding thud of reality, by Deb Katie

The writing myth I’m going to debunk is a biggie. It’s big enough, in fact, to stop the faint-hearted in their tracks. (Although I’ve found that we don’t have a lot of faint-hearted readers here at the Ball, so you’re probably safe.) I remember vividly the day I read this in a magazine–probably “Writer’s Digest.” I was already subscribing to “Writer’s Digest,” which in some way meant that I was…

Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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Work is over… time to get to work! by Deb Katie

(Please forgive my mini-post… I am in New York for the Webby Awards, at a silly hotel with somewhat spotty internet access.) Well, this is a very appropriate time for me to write my “school’s out” post, because I’ve just completed work on my last Animal Planet Dog Championships show. That’s right, after five years of producing and writing the dog show, it’s all done. (There’s still the big National…

Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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In which Deb Kristina’s muse is unreliable

I like to imagine my muse with a cigar clamped in his teeth, wearing a fedora with a press card in the brim, and two fingers of whiskey at his side, the ice not having had a chance to melt in the glass as he takes another slug. He types furiously, of course, on a manual typerwriter which creates a serious din that means WORK is being produced. (Sometimes, the…

Monday, June 1, 2009
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