Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
After I posted the Spirit and Dust cover, a bunch of you added it on Goodreads. Thanks so much! I'm excited about it, too. I'm thinking about a contest for an ARC or two when we get closer to the release.
(It seems like forever, but time flies. And Brimstone comes out between now and then, for those of you who haven't read the Maggie Quinn books. Or those of you who are completists and want every edition. I don't judge.)
As for Spirit and Dust, I'll have some more information about what it's all about later this week.
In the meantime, if you want to come see me on an awesome panel, I'll be at the Realm of the Unknown party at Irving Library on July 19th from 2-3pm
Other authors attending are:
Beth Revis, author of Across the Universe and A Million Suns
Jackson Pearce, author of As You Wish, Sisters Red, Sweetly, and Purity
Andrea Cremer, author of Nightshade, Wolfsbane, Bloodrose, and The Invisibility Curse
Marie Lu, author of Legend and Prodigy
We'll be talking science fiction, fairytales, paranormal, and dystopians. It's open to teens in grades 6-12.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
When I start a project (a new book, or a big revision, whatever) I work steadily. More or less. Sometimes work looks like staring into space or going to the museum or surfing the Internet. But I'm planning it all out, imagining scenes, working on the high and low points of the plot.
I work steadily, but I also second guess myself, write chapters three (and four and five) different ways, spend a day on a page (but a really great page!) and generally over think everything.
Then, at some point, I hit my stride. Sometimes it's because I finally know the characters and plot or I get where I can see the end and how to get there... and sometimes it's because OMG the book has to be done.
So I do nothing but write. I sort of love this part, though my family and friends hate it. I eat, breathe and dream in book world. This is the time when you do NOT want to be on the road with me, because I'm basically thinking about my book all the time.
I'm also actually physically working on my book all the time. I also eat an awful lot of these:
So when I start out I look like this:
And my desk looks like this:
And my dog starts to look like this:
And I start to look like this:
But I'm better now. Expect announcements SOON about the new thing!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
I’m really thrilled to get to present an award at the RWA’s Award Ceremony at the National Conference in July. It's kind of a big deal. Everyone wears fancy dress, there are multi-media presentations and jumbo screens and teleprompters. (Then there’s the RITA award itself, which is quite beautiful. Mine lives on my desk next to my action figures.)
|Me and RITA in 2009|
My intro doesn’t say that. It says some cool things about awards and how much librarians like me and stuff. But not that.
When I was filling out the form about it WOULD say, the last question is “Can you tell us something interesting about yourself that we might put in your introduction?”
Which is a conundrum.
What, exactly, would other people consider interesting? I can quote 90% of the libretto of Gilbert and Sullivan operettas, and sing at least five of them. Is this what they mean?
Pink, purple and green are my favorite colors. I love dogs and also otters and foxes. I’m sort of obsessed with Russell Crowe when he’s in fighting trim and kinda even when he isn’t. I won’t sit in a seat that’s warm from someone else’s body heat and I hate my food to touch.
Which doesn’t even factor in this: What is interesting about me... that I would want people to know.
So I asked my assistant what was interesting about me. There followed a text exchange of escalating ridiculousness.
Here’s what we came up with. Some of these may even be true.
Rosemary Clement-Moore is...
- An acclaimed beekeeper and, on a related note, bear wrestler.
- Guilty of stealing JK Rowling’s seat on an airplane.
- Living in a half completed Skull Mountain Fortress.
- Currently building a replica of Easter Island in her backyard.
- The bass guitarist in world renowned garage band Chain Mail Bikini, formerly known as Teenage Mutant Musketeer.
- Understudy to a Tina Fey impersonator.
- Perfecting her archer skills to prepare for the the Dystopian future.
Add your own ideas in the comments. Points for creativity and absurdity. If you make me snort coffee through my nose, you win a prize.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Recently, I have become responsible for mowing my own lawn.
This probably doesn’t sound like a big deal to a lot of you. Or maybe it sounds lazy or sexist (after all, I can clean house like nobody’s business). But it is what it is... Or was. I have never had to mow the lawn before.*It didn’t start well. It didn’t start at all, because the first thing I discovered was that the lawnmower was kaput and would take an Actual Lawnmower Repairman to fix.
Since the Home Owners Association won’t let me get a herd of goats (even a small one), I had to get my hands on a functioning lawn mower. And since an Actual Lawnmower Repairman costs money, and I am going to be the New Mower of the Lawn, I decided to get a rechargeable electric mower because it’s:
• Better for the environment
• Not dependent on my filling it with gasoline, which is icky and smelly.**
But the situation is getting dire, because the grass is now two weeks long. And I have small dogs. I’m worried I’m going to lose one of them.
Worse, I’m worried what might be taking up residence in my lawn. My suburban back yard could turn into a scene from Death in the Long Grass.
Or there could be gnomes. Or velociraptors. This could happen:
So I look up what I want online and go to Home Depot. They have rows and rows of mowers: riding mowers with cup holders, push mowers with air conditioning... It’s a car lot of lawn mowers, but there is only ONE electric mower model in house. And it’s out of stock.
So the Home Depot Associate says: Well, I do have one in the back. It’s a return but it works perfectly well.
We get the thing in the Jeep and get it home and I call @peterthefencer to come over and help me get it back OUT of the Jeep, and then I charge it up and I read the instruction manual and I look up online How to Mow a Lawn.
Apparently there is a Great Debate over side to side mowing versus a spiral patterns. I mean a Great Debate. It’s like the Big-Endians and Little-Endians. I went with: However the heck I can manage to push it.
Because my bargain basement returned-but-working-perfectly electric rechargeable lawnmower is not self-propelled (none of them are). It’s RCM propelled.
And here’s what else I found out. My yard only LOOKS flat. That five degree slope is like freaking Everest when you’re trying to turn a lawnmower on it. Especially when one’s small stature puts one at a severe leverage disadvantage.****
The first time took me an hour and a half and a couple of breaks. There may have been pointing and laughing from the pothead teens across the street. There may have been some swearing. There may have been gnomes.
|Not My Lawn|
But at last it was done! It looked (mostly) great. I felt such a great sense of accomplishment! I was high-fiving the dogs and doing a victory lap around the yard (a slow, tired victory lap).
And then I realized I was going to have to do it again the next week.
And the week after.
And twice a week in full summer. You can’t give those gnomes an inch, or they’ll encroach right back in.
I think I hear them singing their Elton John war chant right now.
Maybe I’ll clone some velociraptors to keep them out. That would take care of my home security as well. Though I suspect if the HOA objects to goats, they won’t go for genetically engineered dinosaurs, either.
But if I had velociraptors, I wouldn’t have to worry about the HOA, either.
|Jurassic Security System|
*Ironically, I have mown a pasture before, but that was on a tractor. Not the same thing as wielding a Toro in the suburbs.
**Mostly this last one.
****This is why I’m in equal danger from gnomes as I am velociraptors. Also, gnomes are creepy.