Teaser Tuesday – Happy June

Well, I hope everyone had a great Memorial Day.  I spent it working, but that’s fine because I’m going to have a four-day weekend starting Thursday, and I still got to go to Marcon this past weekend.

I was really bad at blogging this week, and I apologize for that.  I didn’t even do Lots of Love Thursday, but it was hard to feel the love when I was having such a bad day (an example of badness that day: my work computer got a virus ten seconds before I shut it down and I couldn’t fix it before it infected the computer 😦 )

But, despite the virus (which is still not taken care of), I’m in a better mood now.  Some combo of Marcon, working while in a Borders cafe yesterday, new books (and new Doctor Who and readaholic t-shirts) and my two full requests for AFTRLYF <snuggles AFTRLYF> that came in yesterday has lifted my spirits.

But you’re not here for that.  You’re here for a teaser.  This comes almost immediately after the last teaser.  For those just tuning in, Ace is telling the story of how Apollo (himself before he went supervillain-y) met Evie.

“What are you reading?”

He blinked at her.  Not only did she apparently see him, but she was talking to him too.  He had a hard enough time talking to his dad, much less with girls.

“A-A chemistry book,” he stammered.  He folded over the corner of the page he was on–a chemical composition that would create a specific response in someone at a visual cue–and set the book down.

“Ugh.”  She made a face.  “I hate chemistry.”

He was beginning to wonder if he should pinch himself or maybe check the bottle of water he had been drinking for hallucinogens.

“I’m Evie,” she said, sitting on the stairs next to him.  “Well, like, Evangeline, but everyone calls me Evie.”

“Apollo,” he said, finding his voice.

“Like the god?”

He nodded.  “My mom was really into the Greco-Roman mythology, so she named me after the sun god.”

Evie looked slightly interested, so he rambled on.  “He also was god of music and poetry, and he was the god behind the Oracle of Delphi.  The laurel tree is sacred to him because he fell in love with a nymph who Cupid made him love, but Cupid made her hate him, and she prayed to be turned into a tree to escape him.”

He hoped she was staring at him with such interest because she liked the story and not because she was wondering why he wouldn’t shut up.

“Apollo is Apollo in both Greek myths and Roman ones.  Usually there’s different names for the similar gods, but the Romans used the same guy.  His sister, Artemis, though, was Diana in Rome.”

“I know Artemis,” she said quickly.  “She kicks ass.”  She leaned back so she was resting on her elbows on the next step up and she was gazing at the ceiling.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.  It suddenly occurred to Apollo that teenage girls probably shouldn’t be running around the top-secret superscience laboratory in the back of a bottled water factory.

Hope you enjoyed.

Currently on old iPod: God Only Knows by the Beach Boys

Lots of love,

Sage

Tueser Teaseday

Oh, you know what I mean.

So I only wrote a scene and a half of Hero/Villain this week because I spent my time editing other projects and betaing for someone else.  So instead, I’m going to post the shiny new scene I wrote in AFTRLYF, which was a good call because it made me look at it and realize I wrote it in the WRONG TENSE.  Oops.  Well, hopefully that one mistake doesn’t land me a rejection from the person who has the full novel right now….  It’s in chapter 9, so hopefully the 8 chapters before will prove that the novel’s pretty polished.

I fixed it, but if you see any problems, let me know.  I mean, it.  The ego-boosting stage with this novel happened back in 2007, lol.

Context: Tia’s an angel of death.  One touch from her kills humans.  There’s a serial killer taking out angels, including her brother Sam’s girlfriend, who they just found.  Penny’s human and doesn’t know Tia’s an angel.

No sooner was Sam out of my sight than I was off to Del Rio High School.  I could have called or texted Penny, but seeing that she was safe would make me feel better.  The killer hadn’t taken out any humans–at least as far as I knew–but I was still anxious to make sure my one friend was safe.

I walked into the high school like I belonged there, which I looked like I did.  High school was something I’d never get to experience.  The Academy was totally different.  We spent 200 years there and only matured up to middle school in that time.  From what I knew about humans, middle school wasn’t fun for anyone.  And it wasn’t really that fun for us, even when I was top of the class.

Let’s see.  I had only been here once, and I could sort of remember where Penny’s locker was.  The nice thing about San Diego high schools was that there were no halls, and the lockers were set up between the buildings.  I took a right at the gym, went past the first set of lockers, then leaned against building E, waiting for Penny to show up and trade books.  The bell rang and students trickled, then gushed into the halls.  I hoped I could see her in the crowd.  I wasn’t sure which exact locker was hers.

A guy walked by and checked me out.  I couldn’t help but smile.  Something told me I’d like high school just fine if I wouldn’t kill any boy that dared to kiss me.

But I caught a glimpse of Penny and remembered why I was here.

I ran up to her.  “Hey.”

She almost dropped her books, but shoved them into her locker instead.  “Tia, what are you doing here?”

I shrugged, nonchalantly.  “Playing hooky.”  This was poor planning on my part.  What was I supposed to do?  Say, “Hey, there’s a crazy angel killing people.  Be safe, please”?  Somehow I didn’t think that would go over well.

“Just thought I’d come visit,” I finished lamely.  “Oh, and tell you that I can’t hang out tonight.”

She frowned at me.  “But I told Ray we’d go to Maestro’s and keep him company.”

“I’m sooooo sorry.  I really thought that I’d be free, but I have to be with Sam tonight.”

“Sam’s thirteen.  He can take care of himself.”

“Not tonight, he can’t,” I whispered.  “Just… let me off the hook tonight?  Please?”

Something in my voice must have hinted at how upset I was because she nodded.  “Okay.  But you owe me, all right?  Want me to play hooky with you?”

I shook my head.  “No, I have to get back before my teachers notice I’m gone.  I just wanted to check in with you.”

She didn’t have time to question that before I was running off to find somewhere to teleport back to Celestia and wait for Sam.

Currently on iPod: Daydreamer by Adele

Lots of love,
Sage

Teaser Tuesday – YAified AFTRLYF 1

Okay, so I’m going to pretend like I’m not obsessed with the iPod Touch I just bought myself (sadly because my beautiful iPod is dying) and do a teaser while it syncs.

I’ve been working on making AFTRLYF YA.  The biggest challenge in that is lowering Sam’s apparent age.  He started at “sixteen” and now he’s going to “thirteenish.”  Tia started at “twenty-six” and now is going for “eighteen.”  These are quote-unquote ages because Tia’s really 2000-and-change and Sam’s really about 200.  I’d love to make Sam younger, but I can’t justify to myself his older girlfriend younger than “13.”

This is the introduction to Samael, one of my favorite characters.  Context, Tia couldn’t get to her “clients” in time to pick them up at the time of their death, so she called her brother.

A young, blond kid leaned against a blue Ford Mustang and waved at me as I approached.  A teenaged Filipino girl and an old Caucasian woman waited with him.  “Thanks, Sam.  I owe you one.”

“No problem.  It’s a nice change from animals.”  One of the younger A.D.s in the field, Sam had the vet route.  San Diego’s animals that died in veterinary offices came into his care.  How lucky I would be to only have to frequent hospitals to collect my spirits.  Half of them died at home.  That was where being invisible and incorporeal came in handy.  If they couldn’t see you, nobody could object to you touching them, and, if you could walk through walls, they couldn’t keep you out.  But until I got off probation, I’d have to make do with my charms.

“Do you need any more help?” Sam asked.

“No, I have an hour before my last charge, and tomorrow’s looking much lighter in comparison.”  I patted him on the head, noticing his golden locks were a little shorter and more even than the last time I had seen him.  “How’d you get your hair cut?”

He grinned at me.  “You noticed.  Helen decided I needed a trim so she took some scissors to it.  I said it was silly, but she insisted.  Do you like it?”

“It’s just weird.”  Off his crestfallen expression, I added, “But good.  Anyway, thanks for your help.  Remind me to buy you an ice cream.”

He made a face.  “Please, I’m, like, two centuries old.  I’d much rather you put in a good word for me with Dad.  Could you?”

“If you think it’ll help.  I don’t exactly have his ear these days.”

“More so than me.  Come on.  Maybe he’ll promote me to humans.  These girls were pretty nice.”  The younger of my clients beamed, and I couldn’t help but suspect Sam of flirting with her, despite the fact that he looked like he had just barely hit his teens.  What would Helen think if she knew what her boyfriend wanted out of a transfer?

I sighed and gave in.  What could I do?  I owed Sam for saving my butt tonight.  “Don’t blame me if nothing comes of it.”

“Thanks, sis.”  He grinned as he turned the corner of a car.  “You better get going before the crowd’s around to see you teleport.”  And then he was gone.

Now that he had mentioned it, I noticed the trickle of people leaving The Q.  Chargers fans clad in blue and gold exited the stadium en masse, and Sam was right–if I wanted to teleport with the clients, I’d better make sure nobody was around to see it.  Spotting a Hummer 3, I ushered my charges towards it, hoping to use its girth to hide our disappearance.

So how am I doing?

Currently on old iPod: Cab by Train

Currently on new iPod: Sync in Progress 😉

Lots of love,

Sage

Teaser Tuesday – More from the AFTRLYF

So this week, I figured out how to YA-ify AFTRLYF.  Yay.  This has been something that’s been bugging me for a while.  People tell me it sounds YA, that it’s paced YA, that Tia sounds YA, that my queries sound YA, but I had put Tia mentally at 26 and her brother at 16.  I’m still a little worried that Tia is out of “school” and both she and Sam are focused on their jobs, but even in the New Adult contest, where I focused on her job (and of course the angel murder), I was told it sounded too YA.  But anyway, I figured out what to do with their ages, so I’m going to be working on that for a while.  I’m still working on Taylor-Made, it’s just going slowly.

First scene from AFTRLYF:

As the cold steel of the knife slipped between my ribs, I had only one thought.  Oh, gods, this is going to create so much paperwork.

The knife’s owner stared with wide, frightened eyes.  No doubt he hadn’t actually planned on using the knife in his mugging attempt, but I had been in too much of a hurry to find my own victim to pay attention to which way his weapon was pointing.

Note to self:  Pushing past your mugger proves to be fatal.  Next time be more careful.

“Relax, kid.”  With one tug on the wooden handle, I pried the blade from my gut and dropped it to the ground.  A carving knife.  Obviously, there hadn’t been much foresight on this mugging attempt.  “Don’t have a heart attack.  You haven’t killed anyone tonight.”

The scrawny teen stared at the wound–even in the dim light of this downtown San Diego alley, we could both see the lack of blood–then at the knife on the ground.  He hugged his quivering body and clutched his arm.  “Wha–”

I ignored him, sifting through my options.  I could let him go.  Even if he told someone, who would believe him?  But if he told the wrong someone, there’d be Hell to pay.

Then again, if I reported him to the Waiting Room for memory modification, I’d have that paperwork and another mark on my record.  While erasing his memory was clearly the right choice, plenty of my colleagues would sidestep the rules for such a minor blunder.  It was more than jealousy that led me to suspect some of those perfect records were obtained by ignoring the cases that could blemish them.  Since he was the only one around, what harm could there be in letting him go?  What was he going to say?  “I’d like to report this non-murder I committed a block away from Broad.”

Not until I looked back at him did I realize I had another option.  The punk’s shivering had become more pronounced, and he had fittingly turned as white as a ghost.  But the glowing, black symbol that had appeared on his forehead caught my attention more than his body language.  The sun cross, a cross inscribed in a circle.  Like the passing of the seasons the symbol represents in the human world, it informed me that this human was due to pass.  It’s The Symbol–or my symbol, I wasn’t sure what others saw–of Death.

“W-w-what are you?” he finally managed.

I removed one of my black gloves and touched him on the shoulder, making sure my finger glanced his bare skin through the hole in his sweatshirt.  “Don’t worry.  Everything’s going to be fine.”

His body fell to the ground, but his spirit stayed behind.  “I told you to relax,” I said.  Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed 911, and put on my best frantic voice.  “Hello?  There’s this guy in an alley off of Broad Street.  I think he had a heart attack or something.  Could you send an ambulance?”

The operator told me to stay on the line, but I hung up anyway.  It wasn’t as if they could trace my call.  You know those fake 555 numbers they use in movies?  My cell phone actually used one.

“What did you do to me?” the guy asked, staring at his body.

“Nothing.  Your time was up.  Let’s get going.  I have a busy night.”

“But who are you?  What are you?”

“I’m an Angel of Death.”  I took his hand so I could teleport us to the celestial plane.  “You can call me Tia.”

In music news, I have recreated all the playlists on my netbook from my iPod that aren’t somewhere online (my novel playlists are online).  This means if my iPod battery dies, like it’s threatening to, I won’t lose those.

Yesterday I didn’t hear very many songs, but all of them were good.  “Bad Before Good” by Day One, “Bad Boys” by Gloria Estefan, “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter (which I was kinda having, so it fit), “Bad Horse Chorus” and “Bad Horse Chorus (Reprise)” from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog, “Bad, Bad Boba Fett” by The Great Luke Ski, “Badaboom” from The Fifth Element, and this next one:

Currently on iPod: “Ball of Confusion” from Sister Act 2

(What’s weird is all of those except “Bad Boys” is somehow tv or movie related for me, and as “Bad Boys” played, I thought, “This could be a Trouble song.”) 

Lots of love,

Sage

Interview on Kirsten Rice’s Blog

So I was interviewed by Kirsten Rice, who’s been interviewing important(?) people from Absolute Write.  You can find it here: http://kirstenjoyrice.blogspot.com/2010/03/aw-interview-sage.html

Or read below.

In other news, I have a brand new WIP.  I know I’ve had like 20 of those lately, but I’m pretty sure this one is sticking.  I’ve written about 600 words of it.  It is not the one mentioned in the interview, lol.

AW Identity:
Screen Name: Sage
Post Count: Not quite 40K
Favorite Forum: YA, though I’m having lots of fun in the Bewares and Background Checks forum
What’s the best lesson AW has taught you? I have to admit, I was one of those new YA authors who thought that YA had to be fairly innocent.  In the 3 years since the YA forum really took off, I’ve obviously learned differently, but since I massively fail at being edgy, it doesn’t actually matter that much to me 😉

About:
In real life, you are… very stressed, lol.
Book title(s): I have no published books, but I will be happy to give you the titles of my finished (query-ready) mss.  AFTRLYF, HEVN SNT, DownLoad, Love Sucks, Trouble is a Friend of Mine, and Fireflies. 
Genre: Urban fantasy (A and HS), YA SF (DL), YA contemp. fantasy (LS, TiaFoM), and literary MG (Ff)
Blog: https://sagelikethespice.wordpress.com/

Describe your current WIP in 50 words or less: Haha, this is harder than you’d think because I have several possible projects, and I haven’t chosen one.  I will give you the one I’m most likely to pursue.

Boy/Girl: Cameron is sometimes a guy, sometimes a girl, depending on who he…or she is with. Things should be easier after enrolling in an all-boys school, except that her roommate is convinced Cam is a girl and falls for her. Meanwhile, the school’s “prince” falls for, well, him.

You write some YA: what draws you to the genre?  This is an excellent question.  I think part of it is that I was reading YA early on, and then continued through high school, and in college I didn’t really have time for pleasure reading.  So when I thought about reading for fun after high school, I still usually thought about my experiences with YA, even though now YA is so far from the Sweet Valley High and Babysitters Club books of that time.  Also, I always kind of wanted the kind of high school experience that we got to see in YA books and shows when I was younger, and I never got it, so there’s always been an element of vicarious living that way.  There’s just something very natural to me about writing a character at the age of 16.  I usually start my MCs there and then adjust their age according to what I really need it to be.  Finally…, my favorite show of all time is Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, so you can see how I might end up with YA contemp fantasy.

What’s the most important way your writing has changed from your first novel to your latest?  Well, what’s interesting is that my last novel was so different from anything else I had written.  But, okay when I wrote my first novel, I was convinced that a) fantasy readers expected to see quests and portals and magic and languages and weird races, b) I couldn’t possibly limit myself to one POV, in fact, I should do many many POVs, and c) I needed to show every bit of history that led to my MCs becoming who they were by the beginning of the actual story. Furthermore, it was 113K long… after cutting it significantly before and after finishing the first draft.  (Now, I’m considering revamping that novel, and taking out some of the “necessary epic fantasy” stuff, limiting to one POV, cutting even more, and giving one of the MCs a medical problem that explains part of the characterization I already gave him).  The next novel had many of the same problems.  I found AW just before writing the second novel (which was a NaNoWriMo novel), and my writing began to mature from there.  When I got to AFTRLYF, which was set in the “real world,” I made myself stick to one POV, gave her a snarky voice, and really set it up as a mystery (which was an element that failed in both my early novels).  The first-person, female POV with attitude really worked for me, voice-wise, and I got a little stuck in it for a few books (even in DownLoad, where I had 2 third-person POVs, one of them was a pissed-off girl).  Part of the reason I wrote Fireflies, which was the first book where I tried to focus on language as much as plot and characterization, was to experiment with a different voice.  Fiona’s voice is still first-person, but it is rambly and soft and younger (IMO).  And I absolutely love it.  One of my favorite things about Fiona’s voice, and this happened almost naturally, is that she’ll go off on a tangent, and then by the time it’s done I’ll realize it’s done one of two things–either it went around and came back to the beginning of the tangent, getting me back on course for the narrative, or it turned out that she was secretly talking about one of the themes of the book, metaphorically.  One example of this is she’s talking about the doors of the inn and how none of them fit their doorframes correctly.  It comes about because she’s feeling her way down the hall and doesn’t want to bang the door against its frame as she presses on it, but what it relates back to is how her brother has a traumatic brain injury and his brain swelled up against the skull and doesn’t fit properly.  And I didn’t make that connection until I got to the end of the scene.

You’re in the middle of the querying process: how’s it going so far?  I don’t want to sound as impatient as I really am. 😉  I actually have three novels that have fulls and partials out there with agents, and I’ve only been querying the last one for a month and a half.  I know this is a miniscule amount of time in the publishing world, but considering that I have fulls that have been out for 8 months, I feel very impatient when thinking about how long I might have left for these Fireflies fulls.
You’re also an AW moderator. Firstly, you must invest a lot of your time on the boards. What drives you to commit such a big chunk of time to the writers, lurkers and learners at AW?  I’m a fairly new mod.  I go through stages of being obsessed with AW and then others when I’m feeling depressed about writing and don’t want to hear about it anymore, lol.  That latter time is when it’s really hard to convince myself to go hang out with all the prodigies in the YA forum.  But the YA forum really didn’t have a mod for a while, and then we had one that we shared with other forums.  The nice thing about the YA forum, though, is that it’s a great bunch of writers.  They’re very good at modding themselves, and I usually end up just being the person who sends threads to the right forum or merges the hundred word count threads that pop up in a week.  Right now I’m working on a FAQ, where I’m just placing every post that covers our most talked about subjects in that thread.  You can’t imagine how often we get asked about edgy topics.  And I know the regulars are trying soooo hard not to roll their eyes or yell, “READ THE STICKIES,” so I thought I’d give them a few less instances to do that.  Because I was a newbie four or five years ago too, and I’ve learned so much on AW, I want to make sure we don’t scare away the newer members.

Secondly, you have an insider perspective on how AW works. What do you see as the top benefits (and maybe drawbacks, too) of any writer’s being a part of this community? How has it enhanced your own writing?  I’m going to start with drawbacks.  There are two drawbacks I can see from how AW works.  1) There are so many threads about so many things, both writing-related and not, and it is so easy to fall into procrastination mode once you get online.  2) There are a few “rules” that occasionally get drilled into people’s brains that you hear over and over and over, even as you see new books from debut writers breaking them.  Now, of course, they are “rules” for a reason, but you cannot believe how set people will get in their belief that a prologue ruins a novel or first-person present tense is a gimmick.  As for the benefits, there are so many.  One of the best is the support you get.  When I started writing TiaFoM, I wasn’t getting much love from another group of writer friends.  But when I posted my first excerpt on AW, I was given this huge boost of reps from people telling me what they loved about the scene and the character (who was being a brat, so I’m glad they loved him).  When I posted my trial beginning to Fireflies, my first comments were how beautiful the writing was and how literary, which were exactly the comments I needed at the time.  And of course there is a lot of good advice to be found on the website.  I talked about people getting stuck on the “rules,” but a lot of those guidelines are based on good reasons, and that really can help enhance a newbie’s writing.  And for those “rules” that aren’t really “rules” (like about first-person present, which is a pretty popular POV in YA), you can have many different voices giving their opinion and reading and writing experiences, which isn’t true of other sources of info for writers, like a book on writing or a writing class.  And the Bewares and Background Checks forum is vital for any querying writer.  Obviously Share Your Work, where you can get critiques on pieces of your novels or on your query gives you invaluable experience.  I hang out more in Query Letter Hell than other parts of SYW, and I was surprised by how naturally I was able to write this query for Fireflies, which is my most successful query.
Lastly, your wildest publishing dream comes true… what is it?  I’m usually quite modest and fine with just getting published and having a small cult following who write fanfic (but, of course, I wouldn’t know about it) about my books, but when I dream big, I imagine television shows based on my books.  Or, like, AFTRLYF would make a pretty awesome movie, I’m not going to lie.  But one of the agents who recently rejected Fireflies made revision suggestions, and she said that if I followed them she had no doubt that the book could win an award.  And I was just blown away by the thought that any of my books could win an award.  So now that’s stuck in my imagination too, lol.

Teaser Tuesday – Computer Problems

Waiting for e-mails suck, and as much as “Inbox (1)” can be exciting and disappointing at the same time, having no little “(1)” there for several days is way worse than a rejection.

But still, things could be worse.  I haven’t had the best week ever, but at least my weeks don’t look like Tia’s in AFTRLYF and HEVN SNT.  So I steal an excerpt from AFTRLYF about the hope that a file brings good news and what she found on her computer instead.  Some context: Tia is an Angel of Death, Shiva is a sword created by the gods that gives the CEO of Death his power, Celestia is where Heaven, Hell, and Limbo are, and Tia’s investigating Angel deaths.

The Reaper CD spun around in the CPU for a few endless moments.  “Come on, come on.”  There was the possibility it was corrupted or encrypted, or, as Taxet had suggested, music, but I had put all my hopes into this piece of evidence.  I thought I might cry if it didn’t contain any helpful information about the rogue Angel, whom I was beginning to think of as “The Reaper.”

Finally, a file folder appeared on the screen.  A single file was on it with a type of program neither I nor the computer recognized.  “The Great Reap,” it said.

“Twenty bucks says this is some kind of weird music file taken from an illegal download site.  You’ll click on it, and Windows Media Agent will appear playing a whole CD worth of The Reaper’s music.”

“No, I don’t think that’s it,” I said slowly.  I was hoping we would find a Word document with information, but I didn’t know what this kind of file was.

“Well, go on.  Let’s see what we got.”

A dull ache growing in the pit of my stomach, I clicked on the file.

The computer went black for a moment.  It returned with an image of the Grim Reaper, complete with black hood and scythe.  Below it was a message in white bolded font:  “THE REAPER WILL BRING DOWN ALL OF HEAVEN AND HELL AND CREATE A NEW AGE FOR ANGELS THROUGHOUT THE CELESTIAL PLANE.”

“That’s not good,” I said, just before the lights went out.

Now, a little thing about the celestial plane:  there were no light bulbs.  No light fixtures.  Nothing to explain the sudden strobing of the white light filling this room and the others in Celestia.  Those moments when the room was dark, only Shiva’s light remained, inconstant as it was, casting us in an eerie illumination that made our faces turn a pale gray.  I swear that for a beat a wide grin stretched across Taxet’s face, matching the one on the screen, but if it was there, he replaced it with an “oh” before the next strobe of light.

The lights returned, dulled, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  My relief came too soon.  Several “swoosh”s sounded around the room.  I couldn’t track the first until I saw the glow around what I could only assume were doors into the study.  I hadn’t imagined there were so many hidden in the vaporous walls.

“Taxet, quick, I think we’re being sealed in.”

I ran while Taxet flew towards the door to the Waiting Room, but as we passed Shiva’s case, the door to the case glowed similarly to the other doors and opened.

Shiva blinked out of the case.

“Damn, girl.  What did you do?”

Like I really needed the censure to realize how badly we had screwed up.  “Shut up and go.”

I gnashed my teeth together as he grabbed me by my arms and pulled me into his, flying faster, even with me in his grip, than I could run.  We burst through the door before it slammed shut and sealed behind us.  I hit the floor for the second time that day with only Taxet to cushion my fall.

Hope you enjoyed my first Tia-verse excerpt.

Lots of love,

Sage