Posy’s Desk

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A Great & Busy Day!

Flare was mentioned in USA Today! How great is that? I’m also on Dreamspinner Press’s blog today talking about all sorts to things. Come interact with me. I’m asking all sorts of questions. One or two are bound to spark your interest. Not to mention, I’m talking about Hugo and Kevin. 😀  Happy day! And of course, Flare was released today!


Loss & Grief

I’ve written about the death of a parent on more than one occasion in fiction. It’s a familiar topic for me because at age 5, my father was gone. He was all of 46 years old when he died of his last heart attack. Yes, he had more than one, the first being in 1968, the last in 1976 with him dying in January of the new year. So I essentially grew up fatherless, according to most people, but my dad always played a role in my life. His name was Robert, so when I was hunting for a surname for my pen name, I didn’t have to look every…


I Suck @ Twitter

There. I said it. I totally suck when it comes to microblogging. I didn’t always. I have friends who used to get all excited when I’d pop on my original twitter and start dweeting porn. Dweeting = Drunk + Tweeting. Porn is self-explanatory. 😉 Yep, I’d have two or three glasses of wine, start watching a great scene on my laptop that I’d either link to or credit, and then I’d start describing in graphic detail what was happening on screen, along with my candid reactions.  You didn’t need to watch to know what was going on. What happened? I opened my @PosyRoberts Twitter account, and I froze. Suddenly Twitter…


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…


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…


“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…


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…


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…


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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