Eve Brown-Waite's Blog, page 19

In which Deb Kristina questions her choice of fridge magnets

In Real Life & Liars, the character of Katya is defined in part by her kitchen:

“Her granite countertops gleam, her stainless-steel refrigerator reflects the afternoon sun coming in from the breakfast nook, and if she were prone to do such things, her utensils and pots hanging from the rack above the center island would sound like wind chimes if she brushed them with her hand.

Once, she saw a refrigerator magnet at her mother’s house that said, ‘Boring women have clean kitchens.’ Katya was deeply

News Flash, March 22

Deb Katie Alender is excited to present the book trailer for BAD GIRLS DON’T DIE. Click here to watch it at YouTube! She is also excited to finally have her hands on a “real” copy of BGDD, and to report that the book cover is even more gorgeous than she ever imagined.

Deb Meredith is off to Boston on Tuesday for an event with Kate’s Mystery Books at Redbones BBQ called Murder Underbones (55 Chester St., Sommerville, MA) from 5:30-7 PM.

Then, on her way back to NYC, Meredith will stop by the New C

Luck O’ The Irish, by Deb Eve

“Are you Irish?” a friend asked me about a week ago when we were talking about St. Patrick’s Day. “Yes,” I answered automatically. And then my brain caught up with my mouth. “Uh, no, I guess I’m not Irish. Nope, not Irish at all,” I had to admit. But it really took me a minute to figure that out.

The truth is, I feel Irish. I mean, I ought to be Irish. My husband is Irish on three sides which makes our children Irish. So, in a way doesn’t that also make me Irish? When St. John and I got married,

Lucky Lemons by Deb Tiffany

When I was growing up and tried to complain that things weren’t going my way, my dad would always tell me to make lemonade out of life’s lemons, which is totally infuriating advice when you’re in the middle of a meltdown/tantrum, but actually incredibly useful.

First, I was really lucky as a writer. I wrote a novel and an agent agreed to try to find a home for it! Then I was unlucky. No dice. Then I was lucky again–a small publisher liked the beginning of my second novel! But, alas, bad luck once