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Posy’s Desk

Posy’s personal thoughts, goals, and inspirations.

I Thought I Knew

I thought I knew everything about these characters after working with them for so long. At the very least, I thought I knew the parts of them they were willing to share, things I wasn’t even willing to blatantly share with readers because when Kevin whispered the secrets about how much his father’s emotional abuse hurt him, I knew I needed to stay quiet about the details. But tonight as I finished up my third edits with my publisher on Flare, book 3 of North Star, I had an epiphany. Yes, it was that big. My heart nearly beat its way out of my chest as I excitedly told my…

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Halloween Memory Lane

I’m married to a Halloween fanatic. It’s his absolute favorite holiday, and he likes to have fun on this day. For years we had a Halloween costume party. This started in the 1990s as a last minute decision one year and grew into this elaborate affair that people talked about the second they folded September away. One year we had a superhero theme and another it was television characters. People stuck to the theme and got very creative, like when Generic Man showed up in all his white-with-a-black-striped glory. Some years there was no theme at all. It has been awhile since we’ve had our party. Life got busier in the…

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“Inside a Boy’s Head”

I had a conversation with my daughter yesterday about writing. Poppy wanted me to read a short story she had written in her Language Arts class, and she was upset with the editing a male classmate had done on her draft. I completely got that! I’m working through edits on my own manuscript right now, so I could easily feel her pain. For the record, I agreed with nearly everything the boy had corrected on her draft aside from a few commas. After I got done reading and had give her my feedback, Poppy said, “I like writing stories from inside a boy’s head rather than inside a girl’s head…

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Use a Spark to Light that …

I may have turned into a little bit of a dork when I wrote Spark. You see, I decided to share some of my Midwestern culture with people in the back of the book by including recipes. I’m not a lover of cooking, by any stretch of the imagination, but there are a few things I can do quite well. I included two of those recipes in Spark: Lemon Bars and Tator Tot Hotdish. And yes, hotdish is one word where I live. To me, a hot dish, is a dish or a plate that is warm to the touch. A hotdish is a full meal with meat and cheesy goodness…

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It’s Apparent Now

You know you no longer care about losing weight when you smear peanut butter on your oatmeal chocolate chip cookie without a second thought. After you’ve finished it, loving all those flavors mixed together, you get another one. Last January I was told to quit going to the gym because of my injured foot and shoulder. I’ve probably rejoiced complained about it here before, but I took the advice to heart. Luckily, I haven’t gained any weight because I’m pretty much at one of my set points (which are a total bitch to break away from, btw, at least when trying to lose). But today was about comfort. Comfort gained…

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Writing Because of Tears

The last time I absolutely had to write or else my brain would explode was in June. I’d watched something and I truly needed to write about it in order to process it. Let me put it this way, someone died in a horrific way. I watched this show on a Sunday night, and then all day Monday, I took my mom to many doctor appointments. We ended up at the hospital for her final appointment. We’d taken the shuttle over and had some time to kill, and she was excited to look around the gift shop. See, her husband was in the intensive care unit there after his bile…

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Everyday Heros

I enjoy writing stories about ordinary people living through real life trials. I may never write about people narrowly escaping exploding buildings or being held captive in a creepy crawl space. I do write about how people survive those scary things that we all have the possibility of facing ourselves: disease, death, bullying, not being accepted. I enjoy watching how people live and shine through those moments. Since I was a child, I have been dealing with chronic illness. I used to be rushed to the emergency room every few months because of severe asthma attacks. Thankfully, I made it there in time to get a shot of epinephrine that…

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From Mommy Blogger to M/M …

I blogged back in the beggining of blogs. That’s not that far back in real time, but it seems like ages ago based on how quickly the internets have changed since then. I was one of the first mommy bloggers. I know, you’re thinking “Ick!” right? It fit me at the time. I have more than one degree in child development. I work with families in my real life job. I was a fairly new mom. But I sort of came to it by accident. Here’s how. My baby (she just turned 11) was born with several internal structure things wrong with her. They called them mid-line defects. She had problems…

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Boxes Aren’t for People

I’ve been so busy editing and writing and filling out forms that I’ve had no time to write here. How horrid! I get very introverted in the summer which is probably what helps me get all the words down on paper. See, I have to be the ultimate extravert at my day job for nine months of the year, so in the summer I nest. I shut the doors, windows, blinds, and drapes, and I’m totally cool if they don’t open until I’m getting ready to go somewhere. This is the joy of being an ambivert, both introverted and extraverted. I understand both sides extremely well, and I do both…

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In For The Long Haul

I’m one of those people that if often labeled “passionate.” I’m okay with that because it’s often true, but I only get passionate about a few, choice things, even if those things are on a perpetual carrousel. That comes with being a Jill of all trades and a master of none, I suppose. One of the things that I am very passionate about is relationships. You’re surprised, right? Haha. I thought not. What I mean to say is really this: I value people taking the time to make relationships work. That’s not to say that all relationships are worth working on. Sometimes breakups and divorce just need to happen. I…

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Life Skills

Today I’m taking the time to teach my daughter how to do laundry. She is nearly 11, but is a very slight little girl. She is short and most of our laundry supplies are stored in a cupboard above my washer and dryer, so they weren’t in easy reach for her until the last six months or so. She’s one of those kids who wears a pair of jeans once or even for a few hours and then throws them in the dirty clothes. Or else, she’ll wear the same shirt for days. So, a typical kid. I’m hoping that this will save me time in the end, and of…

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