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.)



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.

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.


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.

The Rest of September and Stuff

Since my last post was from Canada, I figured I’d better update the blog and let y’all know that I was back in Texas. Though some of you do, because some of you have seen me. Maybe even wearing a Steampunk Hat:

Rosemary modeling Steampunk fashion at FenCon in Dallas

What all the fashionable are wearing last year.

So here’s a recap of the rest my trip:

New York City! I love visiting NYC. I don’t know that I’d want to live there, mostly because I couldn’t afford to live in Meg Ryan’s apartment from You’ve Got Mail. But if I COULD…

Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail

This was a tiny computer in 1998. But she still used AOL. What gives, Meg Ryan?

(Trivia tangent: You’ve Got Mail is one of my favorite romantic comedies. (I was going to say “recent” then realized it’s 14 years old!) The characters manage to spat/spar without coming off as shrewish or horrible. (Well, Ryan is just a little bit, but quirky!shrew was her rom-com shtick and it’s the least grating in this movie.) Also, why is it so hard to write a 21st century romantic comedy heroine who is responsible and capable until she decides she Must Get Married and then she turns into an incompetent idiot?)

(New tangent:  I just watched The Decoy Bride with Kelly Macdonald and David Tennant. (So this is kind of a Tennant Tangent)  It’s a UK film and I thought it was charming. Ridiculous premise, and in looking up this picture, I found out it has an appalling Rotten Tomatoes score. But I thought it was fun.)

Tenant isn’t this mean looking in the movie. Neither is Macdonald’s skirt quite so short.

Where was I?  Oh yeah. NYC.  So I’m striding down Broadway to my appointment, as one does when one is close enough that a taxi would be silly, and I’m navigating around people who insist to stop right in the middle of the sidewalk to take pictures/ask for directions/look at their map.  And I’m like, Ugh. Tourists. (As I wheel along with my pink polka dot suitcase.)

Lunch with my fabulous editor then down to Penn station to grab the train to Philadelphia. The Philly train station is gorgeous. Then I had a taxi ride out to the suburbs with Lavender the Opera Signing Cabbie. I can’t make this stuff up, people. (He was very nice. And an impressive baritone.)

Philadelphia’s 30th Street Station. Picture this with some people in it. But still this big and pretty and clean.

Then it was Smart Chicks Tour last stop. In a torrential downpour with tornado watches all around–considering all this, it was a nice turn out. Sarah Reese Brennan got to do a dramatic recitation from Wuthering Heights. Or was it Jane Eyre?  (This is what I get for taking so long to write a blog post, but it doesn’t really matter, because I was laughing too hard to really remember.)

Sarah Rees Brennan and friend. Sarah is the one on the right.

Thanks to all the Smart Chicks, especially the organizers and headliners Kelley Armstrong and Melissa Marr for a great time. The host bookstores were super, too!

So I was home for one day, then headed to FenCon, where many exciting things happened. I was on an Avengers panel where there was almost a fight. (Appropriate.)  Then a panel about writing and voice, where I had to rule a delightfully talkative panel with an iron fist.  But really, how do you top being on Hollywood Squares with a dalek?

Joe the Dalek gets ready for FenCon Squares. (Just like Hollywood Squares but with more questions about Star Trek.)

Since then it’s been work work work. And, of coruse, playing with my dog, who missed me terribly. See?

Here is Penny Dog. She is still because she is waiting on my cereal milk.

Oh Canada

Today’s blog post is coming to you from on the road. Or on the rails, rather, since I’m typing in the cafe car of the Adirondack express, en route from Montreal to New York City. (I have no idea of the exact town we’re passing through, but it has a beautiful church.)

I loved Montreal, even though I was only there for about thirty-six hours. Downtown was really lovely. A little bit european feeling, a little bit New York with the international feel. But not a fraction as big, and much cleaner and less crowded. Actually, not that much like New York at all. But it probably reminded me more of cities in England. Except all the signs were in French.

(Oh!  The Royal Military College! We just passed that. That’s where I am.)

Arrived Friday night, and despite the fact that I was right off of Rue de Sainte Catherine, where the shops and restaurants are open until midnight on Friday, I was lame and had room service.

Saturday I woke up at the crack of dawn. Seriously. I don’t know if it was because the sun came up so early, but it was 4 am my time. So I rolled over and went back to sleep. Then I went out for breakfast and had crepes.  Nutella and banana. I had them at this place:

But I didn’t take a picture of my food because there was a table full of Italians next to me complaining about tourists. Which was kind of funny. But I was definitely not going to out myself by taking a snap of my delicious Nutella and banana crepe.

Then I walked around, burning off my breakfast, found a cafe with wifi, found out that my leisurely plan to stroll over to the Chapters bookstore on Rue de Sainte Catherine was FOILED by the fact that the booksigning wasn’t at that bookstore at all, but out in Pointe Claire. NOT THE SAME THING AT ALL.  It was pure dumb luck that I mentioned something offhand about walking to the shop and the other authors were like, “Wait. You can’t walk here from there.”

Cue my frantic search for a taxi to take me to the right place. It’s not a proper RCM trip without at least one OMG I’m in the wrong place moment. But I got there in time!

The booksigning was Freaking Amazing. There was a whole section of book bloggers who trekked in from the wilds of Toronto and Ottawa to see us. (And my “us” I mean the fabulous headliners, but I had fans coming to see me, too.) And look!  I got a present. I can’t wait to wear them on the one day it gets below freezing in Texas:

RCM with Canada mittens

Showing off a gift from a reader. Photobomb by Rachel Caine. (How many people can say that?)

Here’s a snap of the authors at work, signing and greeting their fans.

Melissa Marr and Kami Garcia (and in the far background, Kelley Armstrong) signing like crazy!

The next stop (for me) is New York City, for about 24 hours. Yay!  Then Philadelphia for the last stop on the Smart Chick’s Tour. September 18th, 2012, 7:00 pm, Oxford Valley Barnes & Noble, Philadelphia, PA.

I’ll be signing BRIMSTONE!  You can get your copy in your local bookstore, and I can send you a signed bookplate to put in it!  Just email me for information!

News and stuff!

News! Texas Gothic has been included on the 2012 ALA list of Best Fiction for Young Adults. I’m thrilled to be included with some of MY favorite books of the year!

Also, central Texas folks, get ready. I will be at Book People in Austin on February 10th at 7pm, where I will be on a panel with fellow “spine-tingling YA authors” Jordan Dane, P.J. Hoover, Mari Mancusi, Cynthia Leitich Smith and LA Weatherly. We’ll dish on writing about scary stuff life vampires, ghosts, and falling in love.

Obviously, I’m back in the USA. Penny was so happy to see me when I got home. I fixed the line breaks on the posts from the cruise (now that I’m not paying tourist wi-fi rates) so if you want to read about the trip more or less as it unfolded, the first post is here.  
If you want the backstory on why I don’t sound quite as excited about the cruise as you might think, you can start with this post, which you should bear in mind was written days before that terrible cruise ship wreck last weekend. (Which, incidentally, I did not even hear about until I was ON the Carnival Magic, due to conspiracy of my friends and family.) 
However, in the end, I had a really nice time. Some enforced downtime was probably really good for me. I read four Agatha Christie novels and a Barbara Michaels ghosty-mystery. I did not get kidnapped by Pirates or Cuban Revolutionaries. I didn’t even get sunburned. 
I did, however, come home with a cold, which I am going to go nurse now with a cup of tea and the happy thought that the ALA thinks my book is good enough to include with some of MY favorites from 2011, including Beauty Queens, Enclave, and The False Princess. Congrats, my friends!

Cruise, Day Whatever

(I have no idead why there are no line breaks in my posts. Possibly something in the way I’m copy/pasting them. I’ll have to fix them when I get home. ETA: Fixed, all the way back to the first day.)

Short update tonight, just so Mom knows I’m okay and my friends don’t up the stakes on the sci-fi disaster pool.

 Arrived in Montego Bay this morning, and I have to say, Jamaica may be one of the most beautiful tropical places I’ve ever seen.

 Went into town, saw some of the old parts of Montego Bay, walked down the hip strip where the shops are… Got offered a lot of things that weren’t for sale in the shops. “Sorry, mon. I have too many control issues to indulge in mood altering substances.”

 The people here really do seem to be very friendly. Everyone wants to offer you a deal (not even that kind of deal) but they’re good natured if you refuse. I hear it’s a little different in Kingston; this side of the island is resort-friendly.

 The only sad part of today was that the heat and sun touched off a migraine. I’m just not a heat and sun person. A few hours in a dark stateroom helped, but I’ll definitely be calling it an early night.

 Tomorrow, all day at sea! All day lounging in the shade with a virgin colada and the 20 books on my Nook. (This is by far my favorite part of cruising. What? Nothing to do but lay around and read? Darn it!)

Cruise Day… 3?

I’ve given up on the tweet format, because it’s a pain to count characters by hand. So here is the prose version:

Tonight’s report is coming to you from the Lido Deck, where I’m sprawled in a deck chair watching Iron Man on the Jumbotron. It’s like a drive movie. I hear there are night clubs in this ship. I wouldn’t know. That’s for grown ups. (There’s also a casino, which I know because you have to go through it to get to the coffee bar.)

This morning we arrived at Grand Cayman, and I actually got off the ship. Which was an adventure, because there’s not a cruise ship pier in George Town, so you have to take launches from the ship to shore. This was delayed, and delayed, and finally Mr. RCM and I got to shore about noon, after two and a half hours waiting for a launch.

 So not much time in George Town. Saw a lot of banks. Send post cards. Ate lunch. Headed back to get ahead of the line.

 So the day I actually do something, I don’t really have much to tweet. It basically went: wait wait wait, rocky boat, walk walk walk, wait, rocky boat, nap. That’s my Grand Cayman experience. (Beautiful place, though. The water is so blue! <–Obvious cliche is obvious. But true.)