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My blank walls, by Deb Meredith

When my husband and I first lived together, he hung his own art up on our walls. But everytime he sold something or had a show, our walls would suddenly be blank. It was depressing to see all those bare nails. I finally put my foot down, and that's when we started collecting our own art.

We don't collect expensive art or art by world famous artists (at least not yet). We collect our friends' art (sometimes with barters and trades) and art that we stumble upon and love. It's a huge part of wh

What's hanging on YOUR walls?

It's "You Tell Us Day" here at the Debutante Ball! What's hanging on your walls? If you feel inspired to blog about the topic, drop a link to your blog entry in the comments!

PS - Time is running out to apply for next year's class of Debutantes! If you're a debut author, check out our "Got Pearls?" link on the sidebar! The deadline is July 15 (tomorrow)!!

In which Deb Kristina's life story is told on her walls

Excerpt from REAL LIFE & LIARS: For a time, Van had a poster of his hero taped on his apartment wall. Bob Dylan stared down at him every night and every morning, heavy-lidded, cigarette drooping. Then Van got drunk and whiskey and self-pity one night and ripped it down, and in the blazing light of morning, through his hangover fog, he'd noticed that the paint had faded all around where it was taped, so he'd been left with its imprint. It was like a chalk outline around the corpse of his ambitio

News Flash, July 12

Deb Kristina will appear at the Barnes & Noble in Saginaw, Michigan from 1-3 p.m. on Saturday, July 18 to sign books. Come down and say hello!

The second half of Deb Kristina's interview with Therese Walsh has appeared on Writer Unboxed, with lots of background information about the writing of LIARS.

REAL LIFE & LIARS has made a local bestseller list! The Traverse City Record-Eagle last week listed LIARS as the number one seller in paperback northern Michigan fiction.

And in book club news, the sho

The Birth of a Book by Guest Author Naseem Rakha

We're excited to welcome Naseem Rakha to the ball. Her debut novel The Crying Tree came out July 7th, and has been selected for Barnes & Noble's Discover Great New Writers Autumn series.

It is Monday morning, July 6th, one day before my novel – The Crying Tree – is due to come out, and I am home washing windows, planting flowers, sweeping, dusting. In other words, I am nesting: doing everything I can to get things in order before my baby is born. But unlike my son's birth, once this little one c

Some other folks I'd like to thank for my independence by Deb Eve

I recently visited the Pentagon. Now, I will give you all just a moment to revel in the irony of this pacifist, hippie-chick roaming the halls of the Pentagon. Okay … are you back now? Don't get me wrong - if pushed to the wall, even I would concede that we don't (yet) live in a Utopian world and as much as I wish we could all be like Costa Rica, yes, perhaps there is indeed a need for America to have armed forces (for defensive purposes ONLY). And I have due respect for many of the fine, brigh

Only the Lonely by Deb Tiffany

Oh my lord, is it ever lonely writing a novel. I'm talking bleak lonely. No one else on the beach, and the wind howling through the dunes lonely. Just you and your swaybacked horse on the high steppes lonely.

See, publishing a novel is collaborative. You have marketing people! Your editor emails you with pretty artwork for your book cover, and the postman keeps ringing the doorbell with boxes of galleys, and packages of copyedits, and flowers! You're busy, busy, busy.

And then, my lovely ones, it'

Learning to Lean by Deb Meredith

I've always been very independent. I need some time alone everyday to decompress (and write). I like to do things myself, and hate being told what to do.

And then I married someone as independent as I am. He is equally as bossy and opinionated. He needs time alone in his studio everyday. But we've managed to muddle along. We know to give each other space, and we like to do our own projects and activities. But we also both had to learn when to shut up and when to just be the helper before w

Free as a bird, by Deb Katie

So a song came up in my random lineup today. The song is called "Friends of P.", and it's by The Rentals, and the first time I ever heard it was the first semester of my freshman year of college. My roommate always had the college rock station on, so instead of my usual diet of Indigo Girls, Danny Elfman scores, and Sinead O'Connor, I listened to that.

Isn't it amazing how one smell, one song, one glance at a photo, can transport you to another place and time?

In late August 1995, my mother drove

In which Deb Kristina has too much stuff

As Independence Day has just passed, I've been thinking about independence from stuff.

Three years ago, we moved into this house in a rush. We'd been renting the back half of a lady's house and with our then three-year-old, it seemed frightfully small. So we rushed out of that apartment as quickly as possible and threw our possessions into the house in every nook and cranny.

Also, we had saved everything that my son had ever used as a baby, figuring we'd be all prepared for the next wee one. Then