Today’s the Day – GOOD THINGS in Bloom by Deb Mia

I’d like to start today, February 6, 2007, with this quote: “Everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was.” Robert Louis Stevenson The journey that resulted in today’s official publication of GOOD THINGS: A NOVEL, started over 30 years ago. That journey has been marked by fits and starts, surges and lulls. Finite moments of exhilaration, but more commonly, disappointing moments of self-sabotage, occasional jealousy, and…

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

That’s Ms. Femme Fatale to You by Deb Mia

Let me start by saying that I don’t think the label of “Femme Fatale” is appropriate for a high school student. Come on: they’re not allowed to drink, they’ve just started driving, they can’t vote, they can’t play the lottery. And, as the mother of a young daughter, I really don’t think they should be dating. The moral compass in this country is heading south, and I really don’t think…

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Rebel with a coffee mug by Deb Jennifer

Okay, the truth is, I am a pretty dull person.  I don’t get into barroom brawls, have a secret heroin addiction, cross-dress, carry a concealed weapon, or plan to overthrow the government in my spare time. Still, I haven’t lived my life in a cookie-cutter kind of way, and have always hovered proudly outside the boundaries of authority and tradition.  I suppose being a lesbian puts me there automatically, but…

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Stalking the Brat by Deb Tish

I’m not a rebel–that’s too glamorous a title for me. I’m more of a common brat. The moment I hear I’m supposed to do something is the moment I’ll refuse. From wearing skirts as a kid, to trying out for cheerleading, to buying a minivan for carpooling–I wanted nothing to do with it. When other kids were attending Friday night football games in high school, my friend and I were swiping…

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Bookends by Deb Kristy

I hate the phone. It runs in my family. I am genetically predisposed to distrust all forms of instant communication. And yet for a writer on submission, the phone takes on a level of importance only slightly above oxygen. Every time I was at my lowest point on my road to publication, by some bizarre cosmic coincidence, that phone rang. Posting each instance of this would take an entire page,…

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Writing by the Numbers by Deb Kristy

Well, based upon my replies this week you’ve likely come to the conclusion that I’m a bit of an organizational freak (because you’ve all been so carefully following my replies, right?).  But when I look around, frankly, I don’t have much to organize. When it comes to paraphernalia, I’m a bareback kind of gal. I have one laptop, one red pen, one spiral notebook, one cardboard box. That’s it. That’s…

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Good in Bed by Deb Mia

I do my best work in bed. Really. This isn’t to say that I can’t write in other places, like my desk, for instance. Or the library. Or on the backs of crumbled pieces of random paper while waiting in line at the grocery store. I’ve scribbled dialogue on airplane barf bags, come up with new scenes in the middle of a restaurant (where I had to excuse myself to…

Thursday, January 18, 2007

What Routine? by Deb Jennifer

I wrote my first (as yet unpublished) novel out longhand in notebooks back when we lived without electricity.  Then I’d take the notebooks and my laptop to a café and type it all in.  I had a full time job back then and I wrote in the mornings and evenings (and okay, sometimes during staff meetings).  When I sat down to write my second book (soon to be published as…

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

The Real Happy Ending By Deb Anna

You know you’re a workaholic when “lunch” sounds like an unnecessary indulgence. Lunch? You mean that food I inhale, some of which inevitably ends up corroding my keyboard keys because it’s being consumed when I’m catching up on emails or finishing a scene? (Right now? Pot stickers from Whole Foods and so far, so good on the keys.) I remember the days I worked in an office, when “I’m going…

Monday, January 15, 2007

Trapped in Time: Tales of a Fourth Grade Something by Deb Mia

You’re probably figuring out by now that fourth grade was quite an eventful year for me. Full of hope and angst. Drama. Which is exactly why Judy Blume wrote that all-time classic, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. Tales of a Sixth Grade Nothing doesn’t quite work. Nor does Tales of a Third Grade Nothing. No, there is something timeless about fourth grade, and she so eloquently captures it in…

Thursday, January 11, 2007