Second Star to the Right by Deb Jennifer

Peter Pan was a childhood hero of mine.  Like him, I had no interest in growing up.  I looked at the adults around me and thought, “no way is that ever going to be me.” I was not going to get up each morning to go to a job I hated.  I would never drink a martini with disgusting green olives that looked like lizard eyeballs skewered on toothpicks, watch…

Wednesday, December 6, 2006
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Sleight of Hand by Deb Jennifer

Other than being able to juggle a bit and touch my nose with my tongue, I don’t have any odd talents.  There is a long list of things I greatly admire and wish I could do: bagpipe playing, fire eating, sword swallowing, magic in any form, escape artistry, and having psychic abilities (maybe I can get some tips from Debutante Eileen on this one!). I am very into things that…

Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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How Vermeer Got Me an Agent by Deb Kristy

I found my agent like I’ve found a lot of things in my life; through a bizarre series of odd coincidences and happy accidents. First off, let me state for the record that I had no connections in the publishing industry. I have no MFA. In fact, I don’t have any higher degree at all. I had no relatives, friends, friends of friends, kind of/sort of connections, period. I was…

Saturday, November 25, 2006
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The Agent Search by Deb Eileen

With the publication of my first book looming, more and more I get questions from other writers who are starting to navigate the publishing waterways. They have a mistaken notion that I have some secrets or know what I’m doing. One of the most common questions I hear is: “Where did you get your agent?” Why WalMart of course – the aisle near office supplies. No – don’t be foolish,…

Friday, November 24, 2006
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Predictions by Deb Eileen

I love this week’s topic. My first book- In the Stars– is about a woman who fakes psychic abilities in an effort to get her ex boyfriend back. As any writer will tell you one of the best things about writing is finding things to do to procrastinate doing the actual writing. As a result, I spent a lot of time avoiding writing by researching psychics, talking to people who…

Friday, November 3, 2006
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Reading is Fundamental by Deb Eileen

One summer when I was a small kid our library held a reading program. In an effort to encourage wee readers they created a “treasure map” and for each book read you received a sticker. If you filled in the entire map you earned a gift certificate for McDonalds. Nothing like artery clogging food to inspire you to feed your mind.

Friday, October 27, 2006
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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
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“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
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Exercise Addiction By Spandex-ed Deb Anna

My name is Anna and I am an exercise addict. In terms of addictions, it could be worse – I should know, because I have all of them. (I have what they call an addictive personality.) With exercise, however, I’m not planning to get into recovery. See, considering the fact that I’m also addicted to chocolate (an obsession I seem to share with my fellow Deb Mia), my need to…

Saturday, October 21, 2006
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Call It By Name by Deb Jennifer

When I was a kid, I thought there was a trapdoor under my bed that led to the goblin trains. Sometimes, at night, when I’d put my head down on the pillow, I’d hear the rhythmic sound of the trains speeding along the tracks deep underground. I’d picture the tunnels through dirt and stone and the terrible little men who drove the engines. Sometimes, one would come up and take…

Wednesday, October 18, 2006
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