tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74135629249077315842024-02-07T18:25:37.217-08:00Sarah Anderson BlogSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-36802173636672782832013-07-19T23:21:00.002-07:002013-07-19T23:21:36.324-07:00I Spy a Secret Blogfest!Below is an excerpt from <i>COPIED!</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan scooted his chair closer, and hunched over
the small desk in his bedroom, thumbing through his results for the fruit fly
lab. The last thing he wanted to do was homework. His shoulders slumped and he
let out an exasperated breath. What he wanted was to be at Lacey’s house,
making sure she was safe, but the school had called about his unexcused
absence. His parents, thinking it was for his own good, cut his curfew on
school nights. Xan told them he left school because he was worried about
Lacey’s health. Not exactly a lie. A trained killer was prisoner at her house,
roaming around her lab. But, Xan let his parents think her recent flu that
troubled him. His mom covered for him, but at a cost. He had to study at home
and limit his time at Lacey’s house. She told the attendance secretary they had
a family emergency and she forgot to notify the school about it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan unzipped his backpack and pulled out his
textbook flipping to the chapter on genetics. The sooner he was done, the
sooner he could leave. He scanned through the first few pages, on the lookout
for information that could support the findings in his conclusion. On the left
side of one of the pages was an ink diagram. The caption read, “Autosomal
Recessive Inheritance in Muscular Dystrophy.” The name sounded familiar. He
wondered if he knew anyone with the disease. The question ate away at him like
a scratch just out of reach. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He decided to ask Lacey about it. Then a
realization hit him and he shot up in his seat. Lacey. Her mom, she had
muscular dystrophy, and that was why she was in a wheelchair. He slid the text
book, still open to the page of the diagram, over his notes and studied the
picture again. According to the diagram Lacey was a carrier, and possibly had
the disease herself. <i>Why didn’t she tell
me about this</i>, he wondered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan dug through his memories, trying to recall
every word of his conversation with Lacey after he'd met Mrs. Smart. He asked
Lacey if her mother’s condition was hereditary. Lacey sidestepped the question,
and said with absolute certainty that she did not have the gene. According to
his text book her answer defied the laws of nature. She had to be a carrier at
least. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">There was something she wasn’t telling him. He
picked up his pen and chewed on the end. Jamal had said something too. He had
some kind of theory about Lacey. Xan focused, sifting through hundreds of crazy
conspiracy theories he’d heard. He stopped gnawing and set his pen down on the
desk. Jamal thought Lacey was genetically enhanced. <i>Could it be true?</i> She was so smart. Was her brilliance just a coincidence?
Or was she designed that way?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He scribbled down the last few lines of his
conclusion. It was horrible, but he didn’t care. He needed to see Lacey and ran
down the stairs two at a time. His mom raised an eyebrow. Before she could ask
he yelled, “I’ve finished my homework and I’ll be back before curfew.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Xan are you going to…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The front door slammed behind him before she
could finish her question. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He sped down the highway. One way or another he
would learn the truth. She knew everything about him, right down to his dirty
little secret. He had a right to know Lacey’s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">After a rushed drive, Xan parked in his usual
spot behind the Smart mansion. He’d become such a regular, no one bothered to
stop him as he moved quickly through the house. He reached her door and plowed
straight in without bothering to knock. She wouldn’t be there. Lacey spent all
her waking hours, when she wasn’t at school, in her lab. He jetted up the
winding, narrow staircase. His feet couldn’t move fast enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">His fingers curled around the handle, twisting
it without a sound, and pushed the door open. The hardwood banged against the
wall announcing his entrance. Lacey flinched and glanced up from her computer.
“I’m glad you’re here. I finally found a difference in yours’ and Beta’s DNA”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan waved his hand signaling for her to stop.
He wasn’t in the mood to listen to her prattle on about genes and chromosomes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Lacey, why didn’t you tell me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She raised an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical
look. “I didn’t find the discrepancy until this morning, and we both decided it
would be safer if we didn’t talk about the whole cloning thing outside of the
lab. You even said yourself ‘You never know who is listening.’”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He shook his head, impatient. “I’m not talking
about me, I’m talking about you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Her face paled, and she gasped. She turned
around, facing her computer screen in order to avoid his gaze. “I don’t know
what you’re talking about.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She's
lying</span></i><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">. Well, he wasn’t
going to dance around the subject. She knew his dark secret, and it was only
fair he knew hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Why don’t you have the muscular dystrophy
gene?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">No answer. She opened up a new image on the
computer and began analyzing it. Ignoring him wasn’t going to work. He wasn’t
going away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Why don’t you have the muscular dystrophy gene?”
he repeated the question, more forcefully this time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She looked up this time, one hand grasping the
edge of her desk for strength. Her knuckles tightened, turning white. Then he
noticed the tears pooling in the corners of her dark eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan staggered backward out of breath. He felt
horrible, like he had just stabbed his best friend in the back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I’m sorry, Lacey, I didn’t mean to hurt your
feelings,” he said, guilt seeping into his voice. He moved closer and put an
arm around her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“It’s not you.” Lacey pressed her hand against
his chest to push him away, wiping her cheek with the edge of her finger. “You
finished the fruit fly lab, didn’t you?”<br />
“Yes.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She sniffed, and her lips curved up into a weak
smile. “I thought you might figure it out. You know, you’re pretty smart</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">—</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">for a
regular guy.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan was half-pleased, half-distressed that she
considered him normal. “How is a clone a regular guy?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Lacey was quiet for a few moments, obsidian
eyes unfocused, far away in her memories</span><span style="font-family: "Lucida Grande"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> “My parents didn’t even tell
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Another empty minute passed as Xan debated
whether or not to push her. “What didn’t they tell you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Her
whole body convulsed with a round of violent sobs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan wrapped his arms around Lacey, letting her
lean against him. . His face hovered over the white cotton fabric of her lab
coat and he inhaled a whiff of laundry soap. Xan wanted to slug the guy who
made her cry, even if he was the guilty one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan secured his arms around her and he breathed
softly against her neck. This time she didn’t push him away. He spun her around
and let her bury her face in his shoulder. He gently rocked her back and forth,
until her sobbing stopped and the sleeve of his blue t-shirt was soaked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan hopped onto the counter and pulled Lacey up
next to him. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I found out when I was eleven.” Her voice was
barely above a whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He ran his coarse fingers through her hair and
peeled a tear soaked strand from her cheek. “You don’t have to tell me if you
don’t want to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She sniffed again. “I want to, really. I’ve
wanted to tell someone for so long.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He gave her a light squeeze. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Lacey, I love you no matter what.” Xan’s eyes
widened, and he gasped, surprised. He did care about her</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">—</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">maybe
even loved her</span><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">—</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">but he never intended to say the words aloud,
or even admit them to himself. When it came to Lacey, it felt different, and he
didn’t understand why. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Thank you.” She squeezed him back, snuggling
into his chest. “My mother’s condition worsened and, as naïve and inexperienced
as I was, I was determined to find a cure. I had just gotten my first
professional microscope, and thought I could do anything, I ordered all of the
books and articles I could find pertaining to muscular dystrophy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan glanced in the direction of the three
custom-built bookshelves pressed together crammed with books on genetic
diseases. The individual shelves bowed slightly under the weight; some of the
volumes were a good five inches thick. He couldn’t imagine combing through each
one for answers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Then I learned if my father had the gene, I’d
get sick like my mother. I read somewhere that Asians were less likely to have
the abnormal gene. My chances looked good, but I still wanted to know for sure.
See, my dad isn’t full Japanese. My great grandfather was actually English,
which is why my last name is Smart. I took a genetic sample from my parents and
searched for the mutated gene.” Fresh tears rolled down her face and her
breaths became uneven once more. “They both had it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He hugged her tighter, pressing her body
against his. “It’s okay,” he said with the most calming voice he could manage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I checked my DNA, sure that I would find the
mutated gene. It wasn’t there, so I took another sample and checked again,
thinking that I must have mixed up my specimen with someone else’s in the
house. My results didn’t make sense, so I mapped out my DNA, comparing it
against my parents’ DNA. I noticed there were other changes too, not big ones,
but subtle ones. A little change here to make me more intelligent, another
change there to increase my memory, even the speed at which I process
information has been augmented. I discovered that my parents were still my
biological parents, but I had been altered and enhanced. I always felt
different from other kids because of my intelligence, but after those tests I
realized just how different I really was.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She broke away from his grasp, adjusting her
position to face him. Her eyes met his this time they seemed lighter.
“Sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m human.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Xan knew the feeling all too well. Since Lacey
told him the truth about what he was. His gaze lingered on her figure and the
empathy he felt for her faded. If Lacey wasn’t human, what was he?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-59604095782369192442013-07-18T11:05:00.002-07:002013-07-18T11:05:43.120-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I've been sitting on this for a few months now, but I've SIGNED A CONTRACT WITH an INDEPENDENT PUBLISHER, Curiosity Quills. My first novel, COPIED, is scheduled for release this December !!</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-10884896322292265232013-01-04T23:19:00.002-08:002013-01-04T23:19:45.727-08:00Every time I finish a rough draft or a major revision I turn back to my old talents for some R&R. So this is my post NaNoWirmo work.<br />
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I'm a thousand words behind and still trying to balance being a good mom and have clean dishes to eat on.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-50752103179840335332012-10-17T09:09:00.002-07:002012-10-17T09:09:49.628-07:00THE NEXT BIG THING!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been tagged in the next big thing by <a href="http://www.grandspeculation.com/the-next-big-thing/">Luke Peterson</a>. Now I have to answer some questions about my book and tag someone else. I must admit it, I pretended like I was on a live chat, answering questions from a celebrity blogger.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My mind tends to wander on long car trips
as I stare out the window at the vast landscapes around me. It was on one such
car trip, along the strip of freeway from Vegas to LA that I got the
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s light science fiction
that takes place in the present day. Sort of bridge between today’s reality that
leads to a dystopian future where society is carved by a movement similar to
Hitler’s desire for a supreme race, but in this case it’s supreme DNA. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This is a bit of a tough one for me since
the main characters are teenagers and all of the actors I like keep getting
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<span style="background: white;">A seventeen year old version of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0702572/">Maggie Q</a> and
<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0880504/">Raviv Ullman</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After a failed assassination
attempt on his life, Xan must unlock the mystery of his past and face a darker
version of him in order to save his life and the lives of those he loves. .</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m sort of leaning on self-publishing. I
didn’t have aspirations to be a writer growing up and don’t feel like I need
the validation of being published by a sanctioned press. Besides, I always
wanted to start my own business. That being said I have sent out some queries. If
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">5 months and that version
is not worth the paper it’s printed on. But the three years I spent revising
and learning how to write afterword has transformed it into something lovely. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Star wars. Sort of a
cliché I know, but there’s a scene in one of the newer ones where obi wan is shown
around the clone army factory and I literally thought, what would it be like to
be one of thousands of the same DNA? </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There’s a love triangle
for the prettier half of the population, betrayal, self-sacrifice and violence.
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Learning he’s adopted
off the black market as part of a genetic experiment cover up gives sixteen
year-old Alexander Mitchell more than a few abandonment issues. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Subtle differences
have always made Xan feel off. Deep cuts that heal like scratches, the way his
parents refuse to answer questions about his biological mother or how they
discourage any behavior that attracts attention. After an assassination attempt
on Xan’s life he’s faced with no choice but to uncover why the company wants
him dead and turn the tables on the assassin hunting him. His heart is torn
between his girlfriend who he fears will find him revolting and unnatural if
she ever discovers the truth, and a beautiful yet socially awkward genetically
engineered genius, he’s surprised to find common ground with. Xan will lose the
love of both girls, risk the lives of his family, and die in the process if he
can’t face a darker version of himself and bring the company to its
knees. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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And the winner of the cartoon makeover is Angie Lofthouse! <div>
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Today starts my first ever Contest. From now until Tuesday October 2, all those who add themselves as a follower on my blog (aka "Awesome people") will be entered in a drawing for a cartoon make-over. If you are already a follower simply comment on this post to let me know you are interested in participating. </div>
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Think of the possibilities: A digital you is perfect for your blog, website, or even just a fun profile picture.</div>
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You could go from this to that!</div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-23070245840305465232012-09-25T18:36:00.001-07:002012-09-25T18:37:02.731-07:00Working on my first contestI don't have a lot of followers. It's sad but true. Anyway I'm working on setting up my very first contest. The prize is a cartoon version of the winner created by none other than me. My goal is to get 10 or more followers. Depending how this goes I'll try more contests.<br />
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Tomorrow I'll color them or maybe next week since I'm making my son a train table for his birthday. And yes it's me and my Hubby. He doesn't typically have a mustache so don't worry :)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-18251547312156183552012-09-20T10:06:00.000-07:002012-09-20T10:06:55.218-07:00Goals and AccountabilityI make a lot of goals about my writing. It helps to keep me producing. Like right now I have a goal to finish my current WIP by Thanksgiving. Well not finish, but get it to the stage where I can send it out to readers for feed back.<br />
My goals all seem promising until disaster strikes, like the whole family get's sick or my husband loses his job and we have to move. I remember one year starting Nanowirmo off strong only to be asked to create a show for our church Christmas party.<br />
Anyway, I think publicly acknowledging or declaring my goals might give them more of a back bone when it comes to facing the unforeseeable.<br />
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I'm going to list my goals here so I have someone to be accountable to.<br />
1. Post on my blog at least once a week.<br />
2. Get my current WIP ready to be read by Thanksgiving.<br />
3. Submit my short stories to 5 different journals<br />
4. Get my writing group functional<br />
5. Submit my picture book or take scrap pictures for the illustrations.<br />
6. Have some sort of contest on my blog to get more readers.<br />
All the above mentioned goals are good through December.<br />
If I achieve everything, I'll try throwing a blog party.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-34227171490362576762012-09-04T23:01:00.002-07:002012-09-04T23:01:55.557-07:00Face to FaceLot's has happened since my last post. I've moved to a new state to follow my husband on a new career path. Anyway I'm making new friends left and right. I've joined a large woman's organization and am giving the old face to face networking a try. I thought it would be awkward talking about my writing, but it hasn't been that bad. It was strangely... familiar. Maybe that's because when I was single, I used to connect with guys through the books I'd read. I guess that's why I went out with a lot of sci-fi geeks. Anyway the conversation never went dry. And I've discovered parts of my stories can connect with people in a real way.<div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-90093460920447822872012-02-24T14:25:00.000-08:002012-02-24T14:25:03.473-08:00My Picture book is available for free through Monday<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">So i just uploaded a picture book to amazon. It's great for toddlers and little kids. You can download it for free through Monday. works on kindles, ipads and other tablets, even your computer with the kindle cloud reader.<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Where-is-your-nose-ebook/dp/B007A45YPA/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1330100122&sr=1-4" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>Where-is-your-nose-ebook/dp/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>B007A45YPA/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UT<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>F8&qid=1330100122&sr=1-4</a></span></h6><div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix" data-ft="{"type":10}" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: left; zoom: 1;"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="zoom: 1;"><a aria-hidden="true" class="external UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" data-ft="{"type":41}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Where-is-your-nose-ebook/dp/B007A45YPA/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1330100122&sr=1-4" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin-right: 10px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title=""><img alt="" class="img" src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=AQBDhqgANZ4lFpDj&w=90&h=90&url=http%3A%2F%2Fecx.images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2F41X-f1cQwdL._SL160_.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; max-height: 90px; max-width: 90px;" /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"><div class="uiAttachmentTitle" data-ft="{"type":11}" style="color: #333333; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Where-is-your-nose-ebook/dp/B007A45YPA/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1330100122&sr=1-4" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Amazon.com: Where is your nose? eBook: Sarah Anderson, Sarah Anderson : Kindle Store</a></strong></div><span class="caption"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">www.amazon.com</a></span><div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc translationEligibleUserAttachmentMessage" style="margin-top: 5px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">Amazon.com: Where is your nose? eBook: Sarah Anderson, Sarah Anderson : Kindle Store</div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-37735841586422894842012-02-13T14:54:00.000-08:002012-02-13T14:54:48.530-08:00i just uploaded a picture book to Amazon!So i just uploaded a picture book to amazon. Mostly, just for fun but also for the experience, as i'm playing with the idea of publishing more content later on.<br />
So here's the cover.<br />
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here's a sneak peek at some of the illustrations.<br />
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</div>Yeah i know they're the cutest kids in the world :)<br />
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Anyway it should be available for free for the first 5 days so please down load it. As more downloads will get my book ranked higher. I'll post the link when it becomes available.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-80747151416944428852011-08-15T15:29:00.000-07:002011-08-15T15:29:51.264-07:00Errors on my blogThis is going out especially to all my AI friends. If you notice an error on my blog email me and to thank you i'll post a comment on your'sSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-69733866317143281432011-08-15T15:27:00.000-07:002011-08-15T15:27:59.115-07:00My official Author websiteHello everybody,<br />
I've just started building my official Author's website and i'm supper excited. I've already had to learn some HTML to make changes. A little scary since i don't have that type of computer background. Anyway it will have a brief bio and some information on the novels I'm writing. I'm hoping to include some excerpts and possibly some illustrations. I also have some other big plans which will yet be revealed... The web address will not be revealed until the site is up and running. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-68968532982054960272011-05-23T08:54:00.000-07:002011-05-23T08:54:20.052-07:00I feel loved!When you start a blog there's always that weird feeling. (at least for me) that you are writing to you your self. But i suppose people have been doing that for ever, through journaling and diaries. And i did keep a journal faithfully for a year and a half in the Philippines. It still feels awkward, and i'll admit i feel a little shy, like a return to high school. But i think i'll get over it soon enough. I certainly have enough first days of school at a new school experiences to draw on. Anyway I just wanted to thank all my friends who left comments. It's nice to know i'm not just talking to that vast emptiness that is cyberspace.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413562924907731584.post-12828040410516530472011-05-13T14:15:00.000-07:002011-05-13T14:15:52.868-07:00Writer's conferenceLast weekend I went to a writers' conference in Utah. It was great. and i'll post more about it later. The trip has inspired me to yet again try to write a blog. I think this will be my 4th attempt or so. Anyway that is why the internet world is blessed again with my awesomeness. (please note how thick the sarcasm is) I'm setting a personal goal to post at least one a week. Twice a week for the first six weeks. Wish me luck.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06721364246279721629noreply@blogger.com6