Can you see it in her piercing hazel eyes? The ones fixed on something in front of her while her fingers skim the edge of the rearview mirror? What’s her story? Is she a poignant memoir? Is she an action packed romantic suspense novel? Is she an inspiring non-fiction read?…

by Deborah Clack @deborah_clack "Hey, Matt, this is Deborah. I, uh … we just met. In the restaurant. With my friends. It’s Deborah. Um... (Clears throat.) I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that didn’t go so well. I’m not really sure what happened. I just, uh, wanted to…

By Deborah Clack @deborah_clack   Let’s just rip the band-aid off. Last month, I received two emails within twenty-four hours from agents declining the opportunity to represent my work. We hear it all the time. Negative feedback is inevitable in this profession whether it be with contests, agents, publishing houses,…

By Deborah Clack @deborah_clack   My stomach dropped, but my feet were still on the ground. Staring at a man who was four inches shorter than my five feet nine, all I could think to myself was, “This is not who I thought I would be jumping out of an…

By Deborah Clack @deborah_clack [tweet_box design="default" float="none" inject="#brmcwc #amwriting @deborah_clack"]What Do You Say to the Voices in Your Head?[/tweet_box] The black dress. The uncomfortable heels. The freshened make-up. And the hope that this was the night Lance Vernon Clack would propose to me. Twelve years ago, almost to the day,…