Posy’s Desk

Posy’s goals, inspirations, thoughts on life, and favorite office supplies.

America: A No Touch Zone

My daughter was called a lesbian yesterday at school because she sat on a female aide’s lap. When she told me, I asked her, “What do you think about that?” She responded, “What’s the big deal? There’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian.” I agree. What’s the big deal? This kid meant it as an insult but my daughter didn’t take it as such. The reason? I think it’s because my daughter knows LGBT men and women. We are people to her, not labels. I’ve gone out of my way to introduce my child to the diversity in our world, from choosing to live in one of the few culturally diverse communities…


ms. horchner’s teacup skinny dippers.

I found a photo of this beautiful tea cup over on Pinterest and had to hunt down the artist. Very cool.  Now, if only I could find where to actually buy this set. I’ve found where to buy the set, and there’s also a set of bowls.


I’m Gonna Be Published!

I have a publishing contract in hand.  I’m flummoxed and excited and scared all wrapped up into a fireball of happy right now.  Unfortunately, each and every loved one that I wanted to share this joy with is unavailable.  Haha.  So I’ll go crazy here. *streaks naked all over the internets* WHOO HOO!


Submission & Life Woes

Submitting a story for publication. OMG!  I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. How do you put your heart and soul out there like that and not get a little nauseous?  Granted, I’ve submitted myself to the fan fiction world for over two years now.  You’d think I was okay with being read/judged.  Apparently not.  Submission seems so much bigger.  Like…HUGE!!! My story, Fall Into You, is ready to go.  Edits are done.  Several trusted people have read through it and given me their feedback.  My cover letter is essentially written.  There is only one thing that remains. The dreaded summary. *Cue silly melodramatic music*  …



I woke up this morning grouchy, tired, and in dire need of coffee.  As I do every morning, the first thing I did was reach for my phone to see what email I might have gotten overnight and to scroll through tweets I missed.  It’s a slow, decent way to wake up, in my opinion, especially with a cup of coffee in my hand and my pillow behind my back. This morning I was blown away, humbled, and actually in tears over what was said about my story The Measure of a Man, on the Perv Pack’s Smut Shack’s Blog.  With each review I read, I was so happy to see that…


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