Read or Write Anywhere!

Do you like to read? Do you like to write? Have you ever missed your ride/bus/subway stop because you’ve been reading or writing? Then this is for you.

YA Chicks is hosting an AMAZING giveaway, with prizes that include books, writer stuff, classroom stuff, from about 32 authors. Just go to their website for more information. I will be giving away a copy of SPIRIT AND DUST.

Here is MY Read or Write Anywhere Picture, along with my clues for where I am.

Where was Rosemary when the lights went out?

Where was Rosemary when the lights went out?

1) The answer is not “The dark.”

2) This is the largest equine sculpture in the world. (This is just part of it.) (Are you disappointed those aren’t real horses?

3) Did you go to the North Texas Teen Book Festival? This is in the same city, right across the highway from that.

4) Those are horses. Wild horses. And they have a name. It’s also the name of a car.

5) You will might may or may not have to use Google. Input the answer to number three and number two.

I’m reading TRACKED by Jenny Martin. Taken in the dark in honor of all the times at camp when I got in trouble for reading under the covers with a flashlight. (Just because you CAN read anywhere doesn’t mean people won’t call you out if you’re supposed to be doing something else.)

Love,

Rosemary

Edited 5/22 I accidentally posted this on the wrong Friday. Blog fail.

Edited 5/22  I turned off comments so no one gives it away. Go to the link in the post to find out how to enter.

Get TRACKED

Reading TRACKED by Jenny Martin may have been my favorite part of 2015 so far. Tracked cover

Really? Yes, really.  Here are the reasons why:

1) I’ve had a pretty tame year so far.

2) It was an incredible relief to read Jenny’s book and, you know, like it. Not only like it, but think it’s amazing. Jenny and I are friends, and it would have been extremely awkward for me if her book sucked. Wednesday nights at IHOP would be excruciating. So thank you, Jenny, for writing such a fantastic book that I can recommend without reservation. I know you did it just to make my life easier.

3) TRACKED is simply a great read. It hits all the marks as far as Things I Like In Books: feisty heroine (Phee) who gets to do badass things (race cars really really fast); solidly crafted fictional world (the corporately controlled planet Castra); swoon-worthy cohorts with personalities beyond the Designated Love Interest (loyal Bear and roguish Cash); rollicking, rebellious plot worthy of the very best space opera.

Imagine Fast and the Furious but more like Star Wars…if Princess Leia was a scrappy orphan street racer. There’s something for everyone in this book.

4) The pace is great, it’s action packed, and Phee’s voice is infinitely readable and relatable. It hits the sweet spot between tough and vulnerable and wry. It’s neither ponderous nor flippant. (Voice is one of the hardest things to explain, because it’s how the story is told. Have you ever read a book and gone, “Oh my God, lighten up,” or “I would love to read about this supernatural team of stenographers, but it’s like a completely shallow airhead is telling this story…”? That’s voice.)

Jenny has an amazing grasp of tone, which goes along with voice. She’s just so good at choosing exactly the right word for the scene or the sentence. It sounds simple, but it’s surprisingly difficult to get the nuances right.

5) I’ve known Jenny for awhile, and like most writers, her first finished manuscript was not her first published book. (I don’t think she’ll mind me telling you that. If she does… well, I guess Wednesday nights at IHOP will be awkward anyway.) Jenny’s baseline is “smart and talented,” but she’s upgraded by writing and writing and reading and studying her craft and trying different things. She’s also really worked hard and been persistent through situations that would make a lot of people throw their hands up and say forget it.

Talent doesn’t always guarantee publication (or the other way around), so it’s thrilling when you see someone you respect and admire (and love) finally hold her published book in her hands.

Congratulations, Jenny.

Go buy this book, everyone else. 

Penguin Random House

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Indiebound

On corporately controlled Castra, rally racing is a high-stakes game that seventeen-year-old Phoebe Van Zant knows all too well. Phee’s legendary racer father disappeared mysteriously, but that hasn’t stopped her from speeding headlong into trouble. When she and her best friend, Bear, attract the attention of Charles Benroyal, they are blackmailed into racing for Benroyal Corp, a company that represents everything Phee detests. Worse, Phee risks losing Bear as she falls for Cash, her charming new teammate. But when she discovers that Benroyal is controlling more than a corporation, Phee realizes she has a much bigger role in Castra’s future than she could ever have imagined. It’s up to Phee to take Benroyal down. But even with the help of her team, can a street-rat destroy an empire?

What A Post

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Corpus Christi Marina on a beautiful clear day

Every time I go to a book event, I take (too few) pictures and plan to post them on the blog. But if I don’t do it right when I get home, and then I try to think of something clever to say about it, and a week goes by and I think, this isn’t really current. Now I have to think of a new subject to blog about.

This pretty much applies to all current events—the Rosemary Centered ones and, you know, actual current events, like snow in March and stuff. Snow DayOh, hey, I can take pictures of the snow!  Oh, hey, it’s now 80 degrees. I guess that ship has sailed.

But what the heck.

The Teen Bookfest by the Bay in Corpus Christi was loads of fun. Get this–it was even held in the high school where I had my first job. I was filled with nostalgia, especially when I had the pleasure of introducing Jackson Pearce to Whataburger.

There are a few Whataburgers scattered through the south, but really it’s a Texas thing. Whataburger achieves a sort of mythical level of nostalgia once you cross the Red River. As a South Texan, I would even say that it’s just not the same outside a certain radius from their home base in Corpus Christi.

First, there’s the possibility that this could happen:

Horse at Whataburger

But that could theoretically happen at any drive though. (Maybe not Starbucks. Though if this happened at the shop I frequent, I would buy the rider all the White Chocolate Mochas. All of them.)

At Whataburger, you can get things like a patty melt or a chophouse burger or a chicken strip monterey melt. Plus there’s the roulette wheel suspense in the fact that these may leave the menu at any time, without warning.

You can buy Whatafries and Spicy Ketchup at HEB supermarkets (also based in Corpus). There’s also the mystique of something you can pretty much only get in Texas. (Like California’s In-and-Out burger. When they first came to Fort Worth, they had to have police officers to direct traffic. When I finally tried one, I was like, this is good, but it’s no Green Chili Double.)

Green Chili Double

But the real reason that anyone who grew up in Texas has a special place in their heart for Whataburger is because that’s where you went to get food in the middle of the night when you were done partying.

Whataburger

ANYway. That’s my report on the Teen Bookfest by the Bay. Thank you to the librarians and teachers in the many, many school districts that participated for putting on a fantastic event!  Here’s to many more.

Other recent events: The North Texas Teen Book Fest, which was freaking amazing. There were about 3000 readers there. THREE THOUSAND. And 50 authors, so many that I didn’t even get to talk to them all. I just had to wave from across the room. The hard working organizers have made it very easy to share the event with you, because the NTTBF Facebook Page is full of FANTASTIC photos of the event.*

(Yes, I know this is cheating as far as event recapping goes, but otherwise I’ll never catch up and never go on to talking about whatever is new. Besides… photos!)

This past Sunday I spoke at the North Texas chapter of Sisters in Crime, which was terrific fun. I taught the “cram as much information in as possible” version of my “How to make your book sound exciting,” aka “Pitching” class. I’m going to teach a new online version of this soon—a week long, email based, work at your own pace—and if you’re interested, drop me a line at rosemary (at) readrosemary (dot) com.

(And when you hit “update” instead of “preview” you look like an idiot with a placeholder title and un-fact-checked spellings of author’s names.)

A Wild Yeti Appears…

I haven’t blogged about my do in a while. Granted, some of that is because I’ve been blogging not very much. But tomorrow is the Westminster Dog Show (I think it’s some other holiday, too) so if I want to have a post all about my dog, like the Eccentric Cat Dog Lady that I am, more power to, um, me.

If you’re just joining us, Penny is my dog. I never thought I would have a Pomeranian. I was looking for a Papillion rescue, and she looked like a Pap in her petfinder.com photo, but she’s a Pom. But she’s not like one of those prissy-poms. She’s like… the Pom basketball team. All of it.

Here she is filling in for me at the office:

This story needs a few more dogs in it.

This story needs a few more dogs in it.

This is how P-dawg looks most of the time. This is her normal amount of fluff–somewhere between Tribble and Muppet. And can we please talk about these little paws?

Did somebody call for two feet of cute?

Did somebody call for two feet of cute?

This is my first long haired dog, by the way. Trini was a husky/shepherd mix, and though she had a little bit of undercoat, it pretty much slipped out with a good brushing. Or it would just waft off and gather under the couch to become dust Tyrannosaurs.

But Penny takes a little more work. I try to brush her a little bit every day or two (or three), because otherwise at the end of a week or so, I get enough fur to knit another dog.

Look, Mom! You could knit another dog with that.

Look, Mom! I made you a Tribble!

Only lately I’ve let her get a little shaggy. Okay, maybe more than a little shaggy. Okay, maybe more like miniature four-legged Yeti.

A rare sighting of the endangered PennYeti.

A rare sighting of the endangered PennYeti.

It’s not just that her fur had gotten where it was touching the floor. I mean, who wouldn’t want a self-propelled dust mop? It’s the tangles! I mean, you could hide a snack in that ruff.

So, Penny went to the salon today. She looks like a dog again. Well, she looks a little like a prissy-pom, because she’s all fluffy from the shampoo and blow dry (and it’s a little on the short side).  But give it a day. Most importantly, she looks like someone takes care of her.

The power of cute compels you... to give me a treat.

The power of cute compels you… to give me a treat.

Anyway. Tomorrow I’ll be curled up on the couch watching the Dog Show with my sweetie. We love it when a working dog wins, but we’ll root for the Papillions in the home category.

All right, dog people. Do you like poofy lap dogs? Giant dogs that can pull a sled? Hyperintelligent (and hyper, intelligent) Border Collies? Favorite type of dog, go!

(It doesn’t have to be a pure breed. Mutts and mixes rock, especially when they are rescues.)

Going Places

Did you ever go to summer camp? At mine, there was this annoying song we sang before announcements at mealtime. I sing it in my head every time I do a newsy post.

ITEM THE FIRST:  Readrosemary.NET  now points to my website/blog. It is mine. Twitter and Facebook links should be updated. (I get by with a little help from my friends.)

ITEM THE SECOND:  I’m going places!  Like, in person, for real. Besides the coffee shop.

TEEN BOOKFEST BY THE BAY — Corpus Christi, TX — February 28th

BOOKFEST BY THE BAYThis is that region’s first ever book festival. It’s exciting for a couple of reasons. One, I’m going to be there. Two, the school districts from all around are participating. Three, that’s my old stomping ground. The festivities start at 9am and conclude with a book signing at 3:15 to 4:30. Click the heading above for a link to the details.

NORTH TEXAS TEEN BOOK FESTIVAL — Irving, TX — March 7th

NTTBFLogo-1You want to know who’s going to be at this book fest? Go to your local bookstore/library. Go to the teen/YA section. Throw a dart and hit a book (not really).  That author will be at the Irving Convention Center (maybe).  Seriously, there are forty-nine (49) authors going to be at this festival. And me. I know that’s who you’re really coming to see. Details, author list, etc. at the heading above.

There will be blog.

I sat down at the desk today with one goal: get caught up on all the Internet stuff I’ve let slide while dealing with stuff IRL, as it were. So this was supposed to be a long post telling you all about…

1) The giant inflatable Santa that forced me to reroute my commute to the coffee shop.

IMG_0617(Can we just stop for a moment to appreciate that this monster is bigger than that house? And y’all wonder why Santa Claus gives me nightmares.)

2) Going Xmas shopping with the lovely Sally Hamilton.
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(I totally bought that stuffed Pascal, btw. He’s my new totem animal.)

Pascal from Disney's Tangled

3) How my heater (and half my electricity) went out on the coldest freaking day of the year, forcing me to build my first (on purpose) fire since Girl Scouts.

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It’s nice to know I have at least one useful skill that will keep me from being booted out of the compound after the zombie apocalypse.

4) Or how I spent New Years Eve huddled under five quilts and two dogs, eating all the food in the fridge before it went bad.Penny Undercover

5) My new and slightly embarrassing addiction to Rainbow Honey nail polish. Because my addiction to lip gloss isn’t girly enough.
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Instead I have to tell you about how I have managed to lose my freaking domain names, at least for the moment. Neither readrosemary.com or rosemaryclementmoore.com go to my webpage (aka this blog) right now. (The gist is, I let them lapse (oops) because heater repairs are expensive (ouch) and someone grabbed them both up on the day they became available (grr). What anyone is going to do with rosemaryclementmoore.com, I don’t know. But I suspect the answer is “sell them back to me at a profit.” Little do they know I’m a poor writer with a poor invalid Mother, who spends my holidays huddled by a log fire for warmth (and s’mores).

ANYWAY.  My email address (rosemary at readrosemary dot com) will still get to me. And if you follow or bookmark this page, the address will remain the same as well. I’ll get it sorted.

That will teach me to stay off the Internet for too long!

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