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Teaser Tuesday – Justin and Malinda

This week I worked on Love Sucks edits instead of Taylor-Made.  Since I don't know if I can post those, you get an excerpt from last week.  So this is the first non-prologue scene with Justin and Malinda.

(ETA: Context: BOIS are androids built to fight in the place of human soldiers.  The company that created them, also created a boyfriend model to capitalize on the technology.  Girls can create the guy they think will be perfect for them, from looks to personality.)

Her raven black hair falls into her face as she cocks her head to the side and laughs a little. "What are you doing?"

I sigh. She's moved. She wasn't supposed to move. For like twenty minutes, she's been watching the news, her face all screwed up with worry at the list of boys reported missing this week. Only once they started sending BOIS to replace the troops did the full reports come to light. The numbers were staggering, everyone said.

Every night she turns on the channel with the new names. There's nobody she's waiting for, she says, but she thinks someone should mourn and pray for all the soldiers.

The news has taken a break to show some feel good movie about soldiers coming home, which is why she's turned to me, tears still in her eyes, even though she's smiling at me.

I put down the pad I've been drawing her on and wipe a tear off her cheek. "Why do you watch it?" I ask. "It makes you so sad."

"Oh, I don't know," she sighs.

"Is there a name you're waiting for?"

She shakes her head. "No one. Are you worried I have a boyfriend I'm waiting for, hoping he'll come home?"

"No." I'm surprised. It had never occurred to me. She bought me, she loves me. She wouldn't do that if there was another guy she loves. "No, I'm worried you make yourself so sad. Don't be sad. I'm here." I cup her cheek and kiss her. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispers.

I show her the picture I was drawing.

"Oh, Justin, it's beautiful." She's smiling and it's the most beautiful thing in the world. More beautiful than anything I can draw, no matter how many times I might try to capture it in a picture.

"I have a good subject. Do you want me to keep drawing?"

"Yes, but…" Her eyes shine at me like stars. "…please make me look happier in it?"

I will do anything to make her happier.

Hope you enjoyed.

Lots of love,

Sage

Love Sucks' Soundtrack – Finished

Thanks to the Greed Giveaway and decisions made on the novel between my editor and me, I feel confident enough to share the final Love Sucks soundtrack with you guys.  Now, here's a note before I start.  I wrote LS waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in 2008, so all of these songs are older, even the ones I added when I made my major revision in 2009.  I tend to make the soundtrack during writing and revising, and finish it off a couple weeks later.  I pretty much have to find an absolutely perfect song, from lyrics to the type of sound for that story/scene/character, for me to substitute it into the soundtrack after I'm done writing and revising the book.  Anyway, yeah, the songs are a little older (

Here's the finished soundtrack:

Broken Heart – Motion City Soundtrack (Opening theme)
Another Mystery – Dar Williams (Mailee's theme)
See You Again – Miley Cyrus (Mai and Joanne and Logan)
Anything I'm Not – Lenka (The quest)
Gravity – Sarah Bareilles (Mai and Eric)
Learn You Inside and Out – Lifehouse (Mai and Lo)
Bathwater – No Doubt (Envy)
Fake – Shinedown (Wrath)
Ka-Ching! (Red) – Shanie Twain (Greed)
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room – John Mayer (Pride)
Let You Down – Default (Mai and Lo)
Too Much Food – Jason Mraz (Gluttony)
Extraordinary Girl – Green Day (Mai and Lo)
Goin' to the Dance with You – Kristin Chenoweth (Mai and Eric)
I'm so Sick – Flyleaf (Sloth)
To the Moon and Back – Savage Garden (Mai and Lo)
If it Kills Me – Jason Mraz (Logan's theme)
The Conversation – Motion City Soundtrack (Eric's theme)
Human – Blake Lewis (Lust)
Make Me Over – Lifehouse (Quest's end)
I'm Yours – Jason Mraz (Mai and )
Older – Colbie Caillat (Closing theme)

Can you believe that once upon a time, I didn't have songs for most of the Sins, and now they make up half the soundtrack?  (Well, because I can do math, just about a third, but still).  And if it seems like Lo gets more songs than Eric, that's only because half of Eric's songs are disguised as other things.

I'm excited to have a soundtrack to share with the world for a novel that is actually going to be published.  I could share "Fireflies" too, but it's an awfully long playlist for a short story, even if I cut out the songs that don't apply anymore.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the playlist, and had fun guessing what the songs mean for the novel.  Any songs on there that you absolutely adore?  Let me know!

Lots of love,

Sage

P.S.  I had links for half the songs to YouTube lyrics vids, and then YouTube and WordPress both decided they hated me.  I'll try to come back and add them in the future, but my patience is shot.

Winner of the Greed Giveaway

Hey, you guys.  Hope you had a great Valentine's Day with lots of romance, or at least a lot of chocolate (it has no calories on V-day, didn't you know?)

There were so many great entries.  I downloaded a lot of them just because I really liked them, and some I already had.  Thank you for all the suggestions, everyone.

But there was one song that was absolutely perfect for the scene.  She'll be glad she came in with that one last entry.  I know I am

The winner of the Greedy Song Giveaway is:

Megan Verhegghe

for Shania Twain's "Ka-ching"

Uncontrolled spending when the spender doesn't have money fits the Greed scene in Love Sucks to a T.  Thanks, Megan.  And thanks to everyone who contributed songs.  I had a lot of fun listening to them.

Megan, I'll send you an e-mail with a list of the remaining books from my Bye-bye Borders Extravaganza, and you can choose the 10 you want.  Plus, I'll send you When the Sea is Rising Red by Cat Hellisen as soon as it's out on the 28th.

Thanks, everyone!

Lots of love,

Sage

Teaser Tuesday – Cheesy Romance Style

So, for Valentine's Day, I worked really hard to finish a scene that's the beginning of the romance between my MCs, but I'm just not satisfied with it.  So you're getting a different scene I wrote this week.  If the below doesn't sound like a cheesy romance novel, I'm not doing my job.  Constructive criticism or even more fun romance novel descriptions of Rosie in the comments are appreciated, really

Here's what Rosie looks like to me.

We start with her eyes. Her irises are like tiger's eye in color, varying shades of brown. But under them is a fire that excites me. It shines through the lighter brown, flashing at me when she's angry or happy. They glow like a lighthouse, welcoming me home.

Her sleek chestnut hair flows down her back from her flowered hair tie like a dark waterfall that fills my soul with desire for her.

Her lips are soft and pink with some sort of sparkly shine. The pink reminds me of cotton candy, and I want to taste them and find out if that's what they taste like. Hidden behind them, of course, is the jewel in her mouth, today a beautiful sapphire blue.

The cheeks of her heart-shaped face are always as rosy as her name, like a painted doll, but not so fragile, of course. Besides those spots of color, her golden skin reflects the warmth of the sun back to me.

When she talks, she uses her hands a lot, which are soft with elegant fingers. Likewise, I know that inside her combat books there must be dainty, delicate feet. Her petite figure suggests I'm right about this. It makes me wonder how she manages such a confident stride across the room. To be honest, her lithesome body just beguiles my senses with each march across the classroom during PET-BOIS. I love watching her walk.

In all, she has the most perfect figure, face, hands, legs, hair, and eyes I've ever seen.

Rosie is perfection.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Lots of love,

Sage

P.S. It's the last day to enter the Greedy giveaway.  So head on down the blog and bring your songs about greed!

Tell Him, Tell Him, Tell Him, Tell Him Right now

Just a reminder.  Tomorrow is the last day of the Greedy giveaway.

Okay, down to business.  Writers, if you have an agent and you have a question about subbing, there is a very simple solution to the problem.  A wonderful solution that un-agented authors don't have the luxury of.  It is simply this:  Talk to your agent.

I can't tell you how often I see agented authors asking questions on Absolute Write that their agent would be better positioned to answer.  Just yesterday I saw three different questions where the answer was "talk to your agent."  Things like, "I have a list of editors we're subbing to.  What books did they edit?" (Your agent should know this before subbing). Or "My old agent had this clause in their contract, so what does that mean for my newly revised novel now that I have a new agent?" (Hopefully, the new agent knows what this means since she has to deal with it).

I think that once you are agented and/or published, there are so many great questions or experiences that a writers' community can answer and share.  Frustrations over the next step, sounding boards for your next book, worries over revisions that seem hard but necessary, and many many more.

But when it comes to the specifics of subbing your book, you have to talk to your agent.  Other authors, even other agents and publishers, aren't going to know the answers.  Especially because it seems like these questions always come out vague (trying not to disclose details in public) and then everyone's just trying to guess the situation before the answer even gets considered.

Then there are the people who come online and complain about what they think their agent is thinking or doing but without discussing it with the agent.  It's understandable.  Us writers are a neurotic bunch, and that includes me.  We can read so much into the simplest of lines in an e-mail from an agent.  We get hysterical about a week of silence, particularly if we just sent them revisions or a question.  We (understandably) freak out if an agent doesn't like the current draft of a book.  "OMG, my agent must haaaate me!  She wants to drop me!"  If we're not happy with some aspect of the relationship, we whine about it to our writer friends.

But you don't know what the agent is thinking unless she actually tells you.  So talk to your agent.  Don't assume things are awful.  Don't assume you know exactly what she's thinking.  You can bring up your potential problems to your writer groups and friends, and they might have excellent advice for what you think is going on.  But until you talk to your agent, you won't know what she's really thinking, and you can't really know what to do about it.

That's what agents are here for.  To talk us down from being the neurotic writers we all really are.  Seriously, I think it's in the contract.   Well, okay, maybe not, but don't let yourself put a wall between you and your agent.  Use the relationship.  And if you have any questions or doubts… tell her right now.

Lots of love,

Sage

Absolute Visions is Out!

After months of delays, Absolute Visions, the SFF anthology put out by Absolute Write Water Cooler, is finally out!

You can find it here.

Or by searching "Sage Collins."

It's also on Goodreads, which I might as well tell you is my new obsession.

I haven't read the other stories.  I should be getting a copy on Thursday, but for now, I cannot tell you about all the other stories these great authors contributed to the anthology.

I can tell you about "Fireflies," though.  Fireflies was a MG novel I wrote during my two weeks stuck in Michigan in December 2009.  It was my first MG and my first (and only) literary novel.  It had my most successful query ever (just barely beating Love Sucks), which I will share with you now, for those people who like to research successful queries.

Twelve-year-old Fiona Hartwell is obsessed with three things: fireflies, ghost hunting, and not dealing with her brother Troy's traumatic brain injury.

When Troy was hurt, the Hartwells moved to Fiona's aunt's inn, hoping that a handicap-ready room on the first floor would help with his recovery.  Except Fiona wants nothing to do with Troy's recovery.  She hates watching him learn to walk, learn to eat, learn to do everything.  She just wants him to be her strong, older brother again.  She escapes to the duck pond every day, ignoring Troy's requests to take him out with her, until a never-ending rainstorm traps her indoors.

She finds distraction and comfort in the ghost story she's made up about the inn.  Soon, Fiona's sneaking out of her room each night to wander the halls, searching for the ghost girl she believes is trapped on the inaccessible third floor.  She's heard that fireflies symbolize souls going to heaven, and Fiona wants to set this firefly free. But her choice to focus on the ghost instead of Troy might put both of them in danger.

FIREFLIES is a 30,000-word literary MG novel about a girl who wishes it was a paranormal novel instead.

The "inaccessible third floor" doesn't exist in the story and it's not a 30K novel either, but otherwise, this is still pretty accurate.

I queried too fast with this, and ended up with lots of bites, but, unfortunately, all the excellent revision advice came after I'd pretty much queried everyone.  But three agents asked to see it as a YA, so I started revising it.  Only, it never really felt YA to me. I was adding words and changing the age, but I had no clue how to simultaneously fix the plot problems that a couple of agents had pointed out to me (that really resonated with me).  So the revisions weren't working, and too much time passed, but still I kept trying until I finally gave up last summer.

And then on AW had an open call for short stories to be put into an anthology.  I started singing "I Can See Clearly Now."  What Fireflies needed to be fixed was to lose words.  It needed to be a short story.  Cutting the part with the hidden third-floor room mentioned in the query was so necessary and so easy.  There were a lot of harder cuts.  Some of my dearest darlings ended up murdered on my study's carpet, but I was pretty proud of the story they left behind.

I submitted it, knowing that if it didn't make it, I would be proud to submit it to other markets.  I had never submitted a short story before.  After a couple of months while the five editor judges chose the contributors, I got the good news e-mail! (You might remember from a previous post that I got it the same day I got my offer on Love Sucks.)

So now it's out in print.  Time to party!

Lots of love,

Sage

An Open Letter to My Cats

Dear Jezzie, Jasper, Jack, and Harvest (yes, I know two of you aren't mine, but you're just as guilty),

The following things do not inspire me to get out of bed and feed you, even if they wake me up (which usually they don't because you start when my alarm goes off).

Crying over and over about how neglected you are
Finding a plastic bag in my room and pawing at it
Shutting my door
Pawing at the now-closed door so that it bangs against the doorway
Snarling at each other
Fighting with each other, especially on my bed
Running across my pillow
Going under my bed, lying on your back, and scratching at the underside of my boxsprings
Scratching at the carpet
Licking my hand
Licking any piece of material you find in my room (wallscrolls, bedskirt, gym bag, etc.)
Digging at my back

Here are a few things you have done in the past that have inspired me to get up immediately and feed you

Giving one sharp meow to remind me to wake up because I am actually late (thanks, Jasper)
Purring in my ear
Rubbing your cheek against my hand (without opening your mouth)

Let me ask you something seriously.  Have I ever failed to feed you?  Have I ever left it later than eight in the morning, even on sleep-in days?  Even on days where I closed my door and jammed a towel in the crack so you couldn't bang on it?  No.  I never forget you.  Can you trust me a little?  That last five minutes in between hitting my snooze alarm and the alarm going off again are my favorite part of sleeping, but not when you guys are being demanding.  When I write until midnight, and the alarm goes off at 5 a.m., I don't have patience to listen to you rattling plastic bags during my sleeping time.  If you haven't noticed, I don't get up when you do this.  I hit my snooze alarm again and again until you settle down.  I refuse to encourage this behavior.

So please.  Go take a five-minute cat nap, and I'll do the same, and I promise I'll be up to feed you before you have time to starve.

Lots of love,

Sage

The Return of Teaser Tuesday – Taylor's Dream

There's a week left in the Greedy song contest.  Don't forget to give me a song to enter for the chance to win When the Sea is Rising Red and 10 older books from my Bye-bye Borders Extravaganza.

This week we're bringing back Teaser Tuesday, so here's an excerpt from Taylor-made that I wrote this week.  For context, the book is set in a contemporary setting, but with a war going on overseas that had so many Americans, particularly boys, dying that the government hired a company to create androids intelligent enough to go fight the battle instead.  Because they have no free will to choose not to fight, Taylor and Rosie have been fighting for their rights.

The last thing I hear is an explosion. It sends me flying back. I hit the ground with a groan that I feel rather than hear. but I guess I'm intact and that's something to Thank God–or maybe the devil is more likely in this hellhole–for.

When I catch my breath, The stench of smoking flesh fills my nostrils, and I force myself to get up and assess the damage. Who's been hurt? I sit up and look at my team. I can't hear anything but a buzzing in my ears, but Most of them are getting up, shaking their heads out of a daze, rubbing their bruises. If bruises were the worst we got out of a goddamn blaster, we got pretty damn lucky.

But that don't explain the smell. It's disgusting. Acrid. I push myself to my feet and sprint towards the smoking mass of land that threw us into the air like the toy soldiers we are.

It's awful. There are limbs scattered about in the brush, their wires exposed from beneath the flesh, sometimes surviving where the flesh was burned away. Sometimes melted together into one flashing mass of color. I am careful not to touch any. As if I wanted to anyway. But they could take me out faster than the Blaster if a live wire touches me the wrong way.

I see movement to my right, and I react, swinging my gun toward the source, my finger already twitching for the trigger. A little payback for this situation would be sweet.

But it's not the enemy. It's Ethan, lying amid a bunch of ferny bushes. Those sons of bitches, they blew off Ethan's legs.

I run to him, keeping my eyes open for the telltale signs of another blaster lying in wait for the next American to step on it. But I get to him without blowing myself up, and kneel down to him.

"All right, soldier. Don't sweat it. We'll get you fixed up good as new just as soon as we get home. Ever see Forrest Gump? The guys that lose their legs get to go to the moon next. Isn't that something?" I wrap my arm around his waist to haul him up.

He shakes his head and says something, but I can't hear it any more than I could hear what I told him a second ago. I lean my ear close to his lips to figure out what he's saying, but there's nothing. I look back at his face, but it's blank.

"Don't do this to me, Ethan. You don't get to go out like that! It takes a bullet to the brain, and I don't see any peephole in your head except where your brain's always been missing. You're not dead. You can't be dead, you hear me?"

There's no spark behind his eyes. Nothing. He's just an empty action figure now.

So there it is.  My first tease from Taylor-made since 2009.  I know, right?  Hope you liked it.

Lots of love,

Sage

I'm Greedy for a New Song, Are You Greedy for Books?

Just one.  And you can help me.

I have a great soundtrack for Love Sucks.  So many songs that define the characters and their relationships with each other.  A song that even has Mailee's name in it (though the lyrics would spell it differently).  And each of the seven deadly sins has it's own song.

Except Greed.  I can't find a good song for when Mailee is infected by that sin.  Now, Greed is not my favorite of the Sins anyway, and originally it only had a brief role in the book.  Now there's a scene devoted to the Sin, so I need a song.

Once Mailee is infected by Greed, besides starting to think in terms of "my Eric" and wanting to do as much as she can of the quest right away, she also goes on a shopping spree, spending more money than she has.

So I'm looking for songs about greed or songs that would fit this situation.  If you include lyrics (or links to lyrics), or even better, a link to, say, a YouTube video with the song so I could listen to it, that would be awesome.

Whoever I decide has the most appropriate song for the book/scene/soundtrack will get an assortment of books leftover from my Bye-Bye Borders Extravaganza (let's say 10 books and you can choose which of the ones I have that you'll get), plus I will buy an extra copy of When the Sea is Rising Red by Cat Hellisen when it comes out and send it to you (which means I will be sending these out in early March).  And I will include the extra bookmark I accidentally bought for Christmas presents.  It has a puppy on it.

All for just one song.

So let out your inner greed and send those songs my way, so I can send books your way!

Lots of love,

Sage

Rosie: New or Old?

As I mentioned in my last post, I'm going to start Taylor-Made again.  I had already decided I was going to rewrite everything but the first chapter, change the setting, and possibly change the female lead, Rosie.  In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I decided I needed to change Rosie.  Taylor, I love, and if I thought I could do so, I'd write it from his perspective.

Here's the thing.  I think I write boys better than girls.  I don't know why that is, I just think I do.  But it comes down to one thing: my boys are very different from each other, and my girls aren't.  Sure, Fiona from "Fireflies" is pretty different, and that was the point of writing a story for her.  Mailee's a little different (and note that Fiona and Mai are the ones getting published) because she's shy, but in her head she has the same attitude as the rest of my girls.  I like my girls with attitude.  I like them to kick ass and to be headstrong and to use sarcasm all day long.  Tia and Evie are my most extreme versions of this, but the YA girls all have it.  And I think sometimes I hide their emotions a little too much in their attitude, and that is definitely a problem.

So we come to Rosie.  She has issues she wants to protest.  Originally, I had her on the speech and debate team, so obviously she had no problem voicing her opinion.  In those 4K words I wrote of TM the first time around, she flips out at a girl who makes fun of her MIA boyfriend, and only doesn't punch her because her friend holds her back.  I don't know if she can really kick ass (I picture her as fairly small), but she's scrappy at least.  And the first thing she does when she meets Taylor is shove a protest sign into his stomach (not literally.  She's not *that* violent )

I kind of love her.  Well, of course I do.  This is the type of female MC I adore.  That's why I keep writing them.

The one I came up with before rereading would be very different.  She still would have issues she wants to protest, but she'd be the one organizing the protest but having trouble finding her voice to yell at people.  She'd be shyer.  Her opinions would be there, but she'd have trouble voicing them.  She certainly wouldn't be flying at people who insulted her or arguing with the boy who showed up to possibly ruin her protest.  While old Rosie was attracted to Taylor from minute one, she refused to acknowledge it, but new Rosie would right away.  Not out loud, oh no.  It just wouldn't be the love-hate relationship so many of mine are.  This would be a different direction than I usually take, but I think it would work fine conflict-wise, since the real obstacle to their relationship would come after they've established one–when she finds out that he's a BOIS created for her by her sister.  And instead of being on the speech and debate team, I think I'd just have her have an essay (still about BOIS rights) she wrote that she needs to read publicly.  As someone adverse to public speaking, myself, I could probably write that conflict easily.

I think I could fall in love with new Rosie.  And she might be the direction the novel needs to take, besides which, it would probably expand my female character range.  But reading what I have of old Rosie makes me want to keep her.

So I put it out there to the world to help me decide.  Should I go with familiar, attitude-filled, love-hate relationship, scrappy Rosie?  Or should I go with new, quiet, crush-at-first-sight Rosie?

Lots of love,

Sage