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Welcome to Read Rosemary Central, homebase for author Rosemary Clement-Moore (plus screennames, @readrosemary, @rclementmoore, and I write novels (Sprit and Dust, Texas Gothic) and blog here at least once a month. Accept no immitations.

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OMG Deadlines

Today is the last day to register to vote in twelve states: Arkansas, Georgia, Indiana, Kentucky, Louisiana, Minnesota, New Mexico, Ohio, Pensylvania, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Texas. Click below:


And here is a guide to early voting on NPR’s website. 

For personalized lists of the candidates running for office in your district (other than the obvious and unavoidable), the League of Women Voters website ( is non-partisan and very helpful.

I’m going to be obnoxious about this, but remember, your vote for state and local candidates is meaningful and important.

Here in Texas, I pay attention to things like where a candidate stands on education (specifically standardized testing), on women’s issues, and the environment. Changing laws nationally is like turning the Titanic. State legislation often has more immediate and personal impact on day to day life. And remember—you don’t have to vote a straight ticket.

Participate in your government. We are so lucky to have that right, and we need to vote for leadership that wants to keep that right accessible to all citizens.


“Mrs. Clinton, who are you wearing tonight?”

Ever since last Monday’s presidential debate, I’ve been struggling with how to say this. It’s a controversial statement, and no one in my circle wants to touch it. But I can’t keep it in anymore.

Hillary Clinton looked great in that red suit.

I know. I just complimented a woman running for the highest office in the U.S. on her choice of outfit. The only way I could have made that worse is if I started by saying, “I’m not a sexist, but…”

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Older screenshot. TBD has been updated, but “pantsuit afficianado” remains.

For the record, I’m not a pantsuit enthusiast, but Clinton has carved out her sartorial niche. Since 2007, Mrs. Clinton has been wearing pantsuits by Susanna Beverly Hills (I fact checked it, because I’m a professional, y’all), but maybe now that she has made history as the first woman to participate in a bipartisan presidential debate, the runways at Fashion Week will be full of avante garde ensembles that could double as mother-of-the-bride outfits.

One of Clinton’s many uphill battles as a woman competing in a male dominated field is that men have a dress code—their biggest decision is their tie: power red or reassuring blue. Women have a dress code, too, but it’s a subliminal one, unspoken and byzantine in its sociological complexity.

Some historical perspective: the first televised presidential debate was between Richard Nixon and John F. Kennedy in 1960. (Read more here.) Kennedy appeared well-groomed and confident, and Nixon looked rather unkempt and haggard. (Nixon was recovering from a knee injury.) Radio listeners considered Nixon’s answers more substantive, and television viewers thought Kennedy had the edge.

Now we describe candidates looking “presidential,” meaning “composed and confident,” but also not-so-secretly meaning, “well-groomed, well-tailored, and looking strong and healthy.” That is to say “attractive” in a Darwinian “I want that person taking care of my pack” sort of way.

It’s not a nice fact, but it’s a fact. FDR knew this and took great pains to never be photographed in his wheelchair.

Going back to fashion, and skipping the minefield that is hair, makeup, and whether a woman should smile more

rainbow pantsuit.pngThe traditional man’s business suit is a symbol of authority and success, whereas a woman’s pantsuit is often ridiculed. Skirts and dresses are dodgy, because the hemline has to fall in the magical spot between slutty and frumpy. And lets face it, the more gravitas the jacket, the more it gives you flashbacks to your high school principal (usually not a good thing).

So, taking all that into account, I feel like I need to trade in my Feminist card when I point out that Clinton looked great in that outfit during the debate. It played well on camera, the color was super flattering, which made her look healthy, and of course, red is a power color. It was a great tactical choice.

Incidentally,  a day or two before the debate, Clinton made fun of Trump’s signature red power tie. Not, I think, coincidentally, he wore a blue tie…leaving the power-red up for grabs. Think about that for a minute.


I have never talked politics on this blog, but the fact is this political season is the most infuriating, perplexing, embarrassing (as an American), troubling… and ANTHROPOLOGICALLY FACINATING one I can remember. I’m not here to campaign for anyone—though I’m  not going to hide my bias against Trump.

If you’ve made up your mind for one of the two main party candidates, nothing I say is likely to change your mind.

But if you’re on the fence over whether it’s worth it to vote, IT IS. If you want to not vote for either Trump or Clinton, you can still contribute to the process in seriously meaningful way by casting your vote for the open congressional seats, and in your state and local governments.

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So. Many. Updates.

I’m pretty sure this is just me being weird, but do you ever have that thing that you want to announce in a special way, only you’re so busy doing the regular-life stuff that you keep moving the fancy-pants announcements down you list until you can do it “right” and then all of a sudden you’re like, hey, I have to announce that thing so you have to just announce it in the middle of a bunch of other stuff?

This is the story of my life.

Actually, considering how long since I’ve done EVENTS this is all pretty Special Stuff.


Today only, you can make your donation to worthy organizations in North Texas go further, because every dollar you donate to participating organizations will be supplemented by NTGD funds. Might I suggest you consider DFW Writers Workshop?  DFWWW has been around 40 years, and though it is centered around a weekly critique meeting, we support writers and readers through a lot of other programs, including no cost workshops and programing, and partnership with literacy organizations in the metroplex. More details at the link. You can donate to DFWWW any time, but click through to donate on 22 September and your generosity will go farther.

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kara-fb-profile-picMy friend Kara Connolly is a 2017 debut author with the exact same problem I have about wanting to do the big reveal and so forth. In fact, you could say that Kara and I are exactly the same in all respects. If you like love my writing, you will love Kara’s. She’s getting ready to reveal her cover and talk about her book and she wants to get friends and followers before her book comes out. Which is some time in 2017. We don’t know exactly when. But it will be AMAZING.

Here’s her blog, Facebook page, and Twitter.

And she is ALSO published because of DFWWW, incidentally.

FENCON – Dallas/Fort Worth – September 25, 2016

I don’t know if anyone has noticed, but I haven’t been doing a ton of public events the last couple of years because…reasons. (This is another Very Special ReadRosemary episode that is still in draft form. Sort of like my life.) So I’m really looking forward to attending one of my FAVORITE CONS. FenCon is a Science Fiction and Fantasy convention in Dallas Fort Worth, and you can find all the info by clicking here. <–link. I am on a bajillion panels and I have a reading and an autograph session so you can actually come and talk to me. Which I would really like, because it’s going to be weird leaving my writing cave.

I am actually talking about my next two books at the con, as well as a side project, but that’s like an attendee exclusive (sort of like the trailers that debut at Comic Con before the rest of us can watch them on the Interwebs).

Here is my schedule for the con. <–Link

And if you find me in the bar, buy me a drink and I will tell you why it’s been three years since my last book. It’s a funny story, really…




FenCon Schedule (24-25 Sept 16)

Saturday  10:00 AM  – 11:00 AM  Trinity V   

FenCon Squares  

It’s the classic game show Hollywood Squares with a FenCon twist! Join us for an hour of fun and games as our panel of guests try to help (or bluff) our contestants. We even have a “Secret Square” in each game! Come check it out. You might win a prize!

Saturday  12:00 PM  – 1:00 PM  Trinity VI   

Elementary Watson: The Forensics of Sherlock Holmes

When we first meet Sherlock Holmes, he’s beating a cadaver to learn about post-mortem bruising. He used fingerprints to solve crimes before most police departments adopted the practice. Our panelists discuss how Sir Arthur Conan Doyle changed the landscape of police work, and how Sherlock Holmes still informs our forensic detective work today.

Saturday  1:30 PM  – 2:00 PM  Pecan   


You REALLY want to come to this reading. I will read from two upcoming projects and give y’all the scoop before anyone else gets it.

Saturday  2:00 PM  – 2:30 PM  Dealer’s Room   


I will have a limited number of books available. I will also sign programs, notebooks, T-shirts, and (peripheral) body parts. Anything but checks.

Saturday  5:00 PM  – 6:00 PM  Chinaberry   

Can I Really Afford An Editor?

The question is, can you afford not to have one? Many self-published books fail due to lack of sound editing. It’s easy to get too “close” to your work and miss anything from a simple typo to a plot hole large enough to navigate a starship through. Learn the types of editing that are available, the costs, and how to find an editor who is a good fit for you and your work.

Sunday  10:00 AM  – 11:00 AM  Chinaberry   

Ground Control to Major Tom

To those we’ve lost.   Why we loved them and why we won’t forget them.

Sunday  11:00 AM  – 12:00 PM  Trinity V   

Star Trek: 50 and Beyond

With the latest movie, the announcement of a new Star Trek TV series, and Paramount/CBS’s legal requirements for fan films, what does the future hold for the next 50 years?

Sunday  1:00 PM  – 2:00 PM  Irving Lecture Hall   

On a Binge: Marathoning Your Favorite Media  

What’s your favorite way of binging on TV, movies, audiobooks, or podcasts?  With material on so many devices, there’s no reason you couldn’t get though 18 books of Honor Harrington, or five seasons of Welcome to Night Vale, in a weekend.

Sunday  2:00 PM  – 3:00 PM  Chinaberry   

Risks and Rewards of Replication

One of the coolest bits of Trek tech was the replicator. It could even get a cup of tea right! But is there a dark side? Could a replicator make weapons? Or enough gold-pressed Latinum to flood the galaxy?

5 Field Trips

Why five? Because I was going to post this on Friday, so it was supposed to be a “Five on Friday” kind of thing. Only I didn’t, and it’s Tuesday, and Two on Tuesday is too few (say that five times fast), and Ten on Tuesday is too many. So five it is.


I have an article up on the DFW Writers Workshop Site (link: I was really really stuck about what to write, so I wrote about what to do when you’re really stuck about what to write. Well, first I polled the workshop members who were still at IHOP when I got this brilliant idea of how to make other people do the work of my blog post for me. Anyway, go read it. There’s some good advice in there, and only a little bit of it was from me.


Perseids Meteor Shower Photo by David Kingham, used under CC license

Perseids Meteor Shower over Snowy Range in Wyoming ©️David Kingham —

#2. The Perseids meteor shower reaches it’s peak on August 12th. When I lived in the country, Mom, Dad, and I would lay outside (drenched in Backwoods Off, obviously) and watch them, far away from the light pollution of the city. We could see the Milky Way on a good night, too.

I’m not investment-level into stargazing, but rather one of those people who only gets into something when something cool happens. (Like the World Cup, or the Olympics.)

But my point is, I want to drive out of town to somewhere I can watch these as if I knew anything about them.

What I’d really like to do is rent a camper van, pack up the dog, and maybe the mom, and go find a campground. Provided the campground has electricity and a bathroom with showers and flushing toilets. I mean, let’s not get ridiculous.

That’s the way my family camped when I was a kid, and, I don’t know, it appeals to my inner hippie. As long as I get back to civilization now and then to get a flat white and a croissant.

#3. FenCon XIII — DFW (well, Irving) — September 23-25

This Science Fiction and Fantasy convention was where I made my debut as a professional writer type. I’ve missed a couple of years, but I’m really excited to be going back. And also… I might be debuting something new once again. #mysterious (


I never make a big enough deal about the Siren’s Conference, an annual symposium on women in fantasy and science fiction that has become one of the highlights of my year. Symposium sounds very hoity-toity, but imagine a small con (SFF con) full of people who you’d actually seek out in the bar, who don’t want to promote anything, they just want to sit around and talk about books, and maybe analyze how they fit into, reflect, or have the potential to change society. All the info is here: The site explains it better than I can. But anyway, I’m going to that.

#5. The movie theater

Star Trek Beyond

I already went to see this. You should go see this if 1) you like the original TV series but didn’t care for the first two NewTreks; 2) like science fiction with a heaping great wollop of really cool stuff. I think my friend Sally said it best: it doesn’t try to be anything but what it is, which is an adventure with a starship that goes where no one has gone before, gets the crap kicked out of them by something they’ve never seen, and then has to use their collective and individual skills to get themselves out of their jam. Oh, and save this incredibly cool space station in the process. Also? Cool, kickass girl alien, Kirk/Spock/Bones banter, and an overall message that there is strength in unity.


Star Trek Beyond :: Yes, this is your mother’s Star Trek, which is why it’s so awesome.


And I am not at all influenced by the fact that Bones, my favorite character, got to actually do cool stuff in this movie.


Don’t listen to the haters. It’s not perfect, but it’s clever and entertaining. Which is exactly my feeling about the first one. The original now has the glow of nostalgia, but it was a ridiculous and fun movie. This one is the same. Incidentally, Melissa McCarthy and Kristen Wiig are kind of hit and miss with me, but I loved McCarthy and Wiig’s character was likable. Leslie Jones was awesome,  but Kate McKinnon stole the show as Holtzmann.

I don’t particularly care if we get a big screen sequel, but let’s talk about a reboot of The Real Ghostbusters animated series. Please?



Momentary — Independence Day Edition

My mother has been eagerly awaiting the release of Independence Day: Resurgence. And by “eagerly awaiting,” I mean that she started texting me links to the trailer in January.

As soon as last week’s Movie Momentary went up, she started in. “Well, now we have to go see Independence Day.”  And I’m like, “Mom,  you can talk during a movie in the theater.”  And she’s all, “I’ll talk quietly. Or we’ll talk about it after. And you can tax deduct the tickets.”

So we go to the movies.


First show of the day at Rave Movie Theater at the North East Mall. I didn’t know this when I picked the place, but they have actual recliners for seats. Like, I don’t have chairs this nice in my house. There are also five people in the theater, including us, so the talking thing isn’t such a problem.

Which is a good thing, because seriously, the first big alien ship that shows up, Mom is like, “THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER.”

Me: Mom, don’t be a ham just to get on the blog.

Mom: I’m not. I love this movie.

Me: Nothing has happened yet.

Mom: But there’s Jeff Goldblum and this giant spaceship. LOOK HOW GIANT IT IS.

An aside about my mother’s feelings about Jeff Goldblum: It took me a stupid long time to realize that mom has a “thing.” I only realized why when Goldblum got older. He bears a resemblance to my dad—tall and loose-limbed, dark-haired and dark-eyed, a little rawboned in the face, and usually playing the absentminded genius type. I see it—and now even the thought of Earth Girls Are Easy squicks me out.

Anyway, most of Mom’s comments were along these lines. (She doesn’t get out to see movies on the big screen very often.)

Mom: I can’t believe how good these special effects are!

Me: *viewing the screen askance as people and boats and the pacific ocean are getting sucked up toward the spacecraft because it’s so big it has its own gravity.*  I don’t think that can happen.

Mom: It’s so big it has its own gravity. They said so.

Me: That doesn’t change physics because Jeff Goldblum said it.

Mom: *pout* Why do you have to spoil everything with your stupid “science.” (The airquotes are a direct quote.)

Then Doctor Oaken from the first movie comes out of his coma (spoiler) and acts all crazy because people who had close encounters (ha!) with the aliens 20 years ago have visions and stuff (spoiler).

Mom: That’s Data!

Me: Yeah, Mom. He’s the guy who got the tentacles wrapped around his throat in the first move. The one at Area 51.

Mom: I know that. I mean, I didn’t know that was Data from Star Trek.

Now, just to put this in perspective, Independence Day has, for the last 20 years, played maybe every other month on TV, usually on back to back showings. There’s like four days straight of it around July 4th. And my mother will watch it Every. Single. Time. She also owns it on DVD and iTunes, it’s recorded on the DVR, and frequently on Netflix. So at a conservative estimate, Mom has seen this movie 500 times.  It’s her comfort food of movies, and wallpaper when she’s puttering and alone in the house.

But she’d never noticed that was Data until now.

Me: Are you even embarrassed that you didn’t know this?

Mom: *pause* A little.

So, fighter fights, bombing runs, sundry implausible schemes by Jeff ugh-my-mother’s-crush Goldbloom. Then the Queen Alien gets her ship blown up, and she dons her going out on the town bio-organic armor and stomps over to the bunker. She’s huge. And she’s got these tentacles whipping around, and the ground shakes beneath her as she makes her relentless way to the McGuffin.

Me: “Get away from her, you bitch.”

Mom: What?  Was that from something?

Me: Aliens.

Mom: You’re so weird.

Oak, meet acorn.

Happy Independence Day to my fellow Americans. In the words of Abraham Lincoln:



Momentary: Star Wars VII Edition

Vintage TV WatchingThis weekend, Mom and I watched The Force Awakens. She hadn’t seen it before, which is not unusual because I have to preview most things so I can tell her everything is going to be okay. Sort of like her personal Does The Dog Die. It’s a good system for us. I can reassure her, and I get at least one uninterrupted viewing.

Because Mom usually has a lot to say.

Speaking of SPOILERS (which I will be; this is your warning)…

As the opening crawl appears, I’m debating how much to tell her. This is my job, after all. I figure, I’ll get the basics out of the way, and let the details unfold.

Me: So, you should know, a major character gets killed.

Mom: What??

Me: You know it has to happen. Obi Wan had to die in the first one so Luke could do his Hero’s Journey thing.

lightsaber handoff

Probably Important

Mom: Luke dies??????

Me: No.

Mom: Is it Leia?

Me: No.

Mom: Chewbacca?

Me: No.

Mom: *thinks*  Is it Han?

Me: Yes. *watches warily for reaction*

Mom: Oh, well. He’s gotten really old anyway.

[I would have called that a burn, but it was too cold.]

Finn gets shot at, nearly blasted. Entire planets blow up. Cantina Castle implodes. 


Me: Jeez, Mom. Priorities.

Mom: If that lady with the glasses kept it in a box all this time, it must be important. Does she die? I really like her. Get on the Internet and find out.

Kylo Ren gets emo while the Darth Vader music plays. Cut to reveal Darth Vader Mask. 

Mom: Wait. So he’s Luke’s son?

Me: No, Mom. He’s Han’s kid.

Mom: How… but how is Vader his grandfather then?

Me: He’s Han and Leia’s kid.

Mom: Really?  Huh. I can’t picture them as good parents.

Me: Apparently they weren’t.

Luke and Kenobi Star Wars

Also could have used a haircut.

Mom: *pause*  He really needs a haircut.

Finn and Kylo Ren fight at the end. 

Mom: Does he (meaning Finn) die?

Me: No.

Mom: Does she (meaning Rey) die?

Me: No.

Mom: Does the bad guy (meaning Kylo Ren)  die?

Me: No.

Mom: *pause* Well, that’s disappointing.

Big awesome fight between Ren and Rey. 

Mom: (re: Kylo Ren and Rey)  They’re brother and sister.

Me: We don’t know yet.

Mom: No, I’m saying, I bet they’re brother and sister.

Me: They won’t do that. They already did that with Luke and Leia.

Mom: I don’t know. They keep rebuilding the Death Star with an access tunnel.

The credits roll.

Mom: Well, I’m glad the Hilter guy died.

Me: He didn’t die, Mom. The Supreme Leader Gollum told him to take a ship and get Kylo Ren and meet him.

Mom: *sigh* What I want to know is why are there so many people who want to be the supreme ruler. Sauron, and Voldemort, and the Emperor, now this guy. Why do all these guys want to be in charge? Where do they come from?

Me: Trump Tower, I think.

Mom: That’s not funny. She notices I’ve been taking notes. You’re not going to Tweet this, are you?

Me: I think I’m going to start a blog thing. I’ll call it a “Mom-entary.” What do you think?

Mom: I think that’s too much pressure on me. Just make me seem funny and nice.

Me: Not a problem. [Note: I didn’t make any of this stuff up.]

Mom: And don’t tell them that I called Han Solo old. I think he’s younger than me.

Me: Actually, I think he’s older.

Mom: Well, that’s a relief.

Be nice in the comments, she may read this to keep me honest.