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Rejection Sucks and I’m Taking to my Bed, by Deb Eve

Oh look, there’s a picture of my actual book as it was being celebrated by my dear friend, Susan (you’ll meet her in the book). No, you didn’t miss my debut. It’s 11 days, 3 hours, 27 minutes until the official release (not that anyone’s counting). But let’s just say there are a few early copies out and about.

Ah, so at this happy time in my life we are blogging about the dreariest of topics: rejection. Well, maybe it’s fitting. I think for a lot of us beginning authors, we think that once we g

Rejection is My Bitch by Deb Tiffany

Look, normal people don’t become writers. Our agents know this. Our editors really know it. We may look normal (although, on any given day, this is debatable for me), we may be able occassionally to function normally at social events, but, down in our marrow, we are social deviants on some level, our ids more or less toddlers left to swing off the chandeliers at a grown-up party.

Writers have sick relationships with pain and rejection. All that hooey about “writing for yourself?” Not really true!

Rejection… hurts by Deb Meredith

Who doesn’t hate rejection? It sucks. It hurts. It’s absolutely no fun.

I remember my first serious rejection was during the college application process. I applied to a certain Ivy League school early decision. I had great grades and activities, and my test scores weren’t awful. I thought I had a chance. I remember being so shocked and upset that they didn’t want me. I guess I hadn’t experienced much rejection at that point. But I found a school that did want me, and now I can’t imagin

Lessons gleaned from early failures, by Deb Katie

Whenever anyone asks me how I got my start writing, it comes out that I went to an arts high school. It wasn’t strictly a performing arts school, although all the rich old ladies who donated money seemed to want it to be. No, in addition to music, theatre, and dance, we had the counterculture Visual Arts department and the somewhat less glamorous Communication Arts.

I loved my time in high school, as I’ve mentioned before, and I can’t imagine spending my formative teen years anywhere else. I

In which Deb Kristina licks her wounds

Ways to deal with rejection


1. Cry. (But preferably not in front of the rejecter.)
2. Pull weeds in the garden.
3. Exercise.
4. Play Wii boxing, and make a little avatar for the rejecter.
5. Read one-star Amazon reviews of any book ever connected with the rejecter.
6. Get angry and write long profanity-laden journal entries, rant to close friends and family (but STEP AWAY FROM THE BLOG.)
7. Treat yourself kindly, via bubblebath, wine, ice cream, or whatever indulgence fits within your budgetary a

News Flash, March 29

Deb Meredith has an interview Tuesday March 31st at 11 AM ET with Crazy Dougie on WANB in Waynesburg Pennsylvania. Then Meredith goes to Reston, Virginia to the Barnes and Noble (1851 Fountain Drive) at 2 PM for a reading and signing for POSED FOR MURDER. Then on Sunday, she’ll be signing at the Borders at Reagan Airport at noon.

Deb Eve’s FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MALARIA got a nice review and write-up on page 108 of April’s issue of body+soul magazine!

The Real Reason, by Deb Eve

There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other’s cooking & say it was good.

That’s what it says on the Brian Andreas’ Story People print on the left. The one I had copied onto a tile and permanently set into the backsplash behind my stove. Because that’s how I feel about cooking and about life.

I will admit here that I enjoy cooking. Not every day. Not when I have a

Where You Can Find Me by Deb Tiffany

A friend pointed out when we met recently that there’s something about Russian women and their kitchens. They’re happiest in them.

I was like, “Wait, I’m like that!” Okay, I’m half Ukrainian, not Russian, but when it comes down to it, there’s nowhere else on earth I’d rather be than home on a Saturday, cooking up something for a bunch of friends for dinner.

I have a great kitchen, even though it’s not so fancy. There’s no sub-Zero or Viking range. I don’t have high-end faucets, and the lamp over

Cooking… When I have to by Deb Meredith

This deb married a man who could cook for a reason. Cooking is a chore I’d like to avoid most of the time. Unless, of course, I have a deadline. Then I become quite excited by the idea of making six different kinds of Christmas cookies. I think of all kinds of complicated recipes I could make, and spend lots of time reading recipes on-line.

But cooking can sometimes be like writing a book. There are the interesting parts and then there are the parts that are pure drudgery. But you have to d

I can take the heat, but I’ll leave anyway, by Deb Katie

Our topic this week is “in the kitchen,” but to be honest, my best relationship with the kitchen is one where I wander through to get the portable phone to place a delivery order for Chinese food. Or I dash in, pour myself a glass of wine, and dash out before the kitchen knows I’m there.

For someone with such a healthy interest in eating, I have an underdeveloped interest in the culinary arts. I’ve heard that, traditionally, chefs were men, and when you think of all the chopping, mashing, and s