As an ER nurse, Emma knows life can change in the
blink of an eye. When fate comes knocking, she finds herself far away from the
city and back on the mountain ranch where she grew up -with the intention to
close up and sell the house so she can move on.
But fate isn’t done with her yet, and
that’s when she finds him, the one Two-Feathers calls ‘Star Brother’. Wounded
and unconscious, Emma assumes he’s a military test pilot, until he opens his
amethyst eyes and stares into the very essence of her being.
She turned back and looked
into his eyes. Not blue. Could they be purple? She smiled and forced herself to
remain calm. “Of course.” She reached
for the water again. “Would you like some soup, or vegetable stew?” she offered.
She was unable to take her eyes off of his, until he closed them and nodded.
She wondered if he knew what soup was.
Silently, she stepped out of the room,
grabbed the laundry from the floor and headed toward the kitchen, her mind
racing. Purple, his eyes were purple. Who or what was he? Her imagination was
coming up with way too many scenarios. Wait, wasn’t there some actress with
purple eyes? She headed past the kitchen to the mudroom and dropped the load
into the washer. A noise from behind startled her and she spun around, dropping
the capful of laundry soap. She clutched at her chest, forcing air into her
lungs. “You scared me.”
Two-Feathers stood in the doorway and
nodded. “I guess that means you found him.” Bo danced around his legs, demanding
She tilted her head and her mouth opened to
say something but then shut it. Flustered, she grabbed a dirty towel to pick up
her mess and tossed it into the machine before looking back at the shaman. “You
want tea?” she asked as she pushed past him to the kitchen.
He remained in the doorway. “He is not
dangerous.” His voice was calm and level. “I came to see if you needed help.”
She put the kettle on the stove and turned
to face him. “’Could have used a hand to get him down from the mountain.” Her
eyes met his. She let the reassurance he seemed to send out ease her nerves.
“You knew.” It wasn’t a question.
the past year I have thrown myself into the world of published authors,
bloggers, reviewers and more. I am learning as I go, and I read, attend
webinars, share, discuss, question, and then apply what I learn. I’ll let you
know what this experience has taught me at the end of my post.
I have covered reviews, getting your stars and blog tour etiquette. Today I
want to talk to you about review attitude. Now, keep in mind that I am very
calm and quite pensive as I write this. ;o)
recently had my book reviewed by someone who actually made me laugh, not
because there was anything funny with what she had to say, in fact it could be
compared to giving my book to a giant, angry dog and letting him have a go at
it. My concern here is that she took my book personally, and I have to admit I
was a little at a loss by the reaction.
me explain…her reaction to the book would have been fitting if I had said
“Here, this book will point out what you’ve missed out on in life, show you where
you went wrong and tell you how you should live
instead,” …which is not, in any way, what the book is about, but TheFour Agreements by don Miguel Ruiz, might be a good book
for her to consider.
any case I did laugh at her outburst or rant, (more fitting than review)
because I have developed a thick skin over the years to similar reactions.
There are a few people in my entourage who have a tendency to act the same way.
Sadly, it doesn’t excuse it or make it right.
we realize it or not, everything we’ve gone through in life has served one
purpose…to make us who we are today. Our reactions to what goes on around us
are filtered and interpreted through our past experiences. So my guess is that
if a wholesome family life is an irritant to you, you didn’t have one. So
should your comments about it be to berate it and call it ‘not normal’?
Then again, it’s a work of fiction…why would it provoke such a strong negative
reaction…? And should the review be based on that?
believe there has to be a balance between the emotional and objective
sides in a review, and I hope a good measure of professionalism is always
, in this case the reviewer felt attacked by my characters’ vegetarianism,
stating that they made her feel guilty for eating meat and even felt that the
book was pushing the issue. I would also venture that she has never met any
homeschooling families, because her reaction was far from the reality I have
had the pleasure of encountering…and well, there could be more, but enough
amazing thing about writing fiction is that you can write and create anything
you want. If I am creating a culture where children are raised in test-tubes
and sent off to hunt and provide for the adults, (in hopes that he/she survives
to adulthood and become safe and provided for), then so be it. After that, if
you don’t like it, you don’t like it. But don’t like what…one or all of the
characters, the story line, the world created, the way it was written?
I am writing a character I want you to be angry with or even hate, I hope that
I won't be hearing "Loved so-and-so in that story".
most comments on my book are very positive, so I am not berating the review or
reviewer…just wondering about review standards. It’s like test
driving a car…there is not one car today that will please everyone, but there
has to be a set of standards to follow when evaluating cars. Why not
was surprised by author Steve Piacente’s remark during a recent webinar, when
he said he was very careful about who he sent his books to for review. I
couldn't understand why he would say such a thing at the time.
the past I have learned that someone who “hates” sci-fi should not review my
book. I have also learned NOT to take for granted that the person asking to
review had actually read the blurb and knows it's sci-fi…and now I have
learned to read up on past posts and reviews by the one asking for a
review copy, just to see what kind of reviewer I’m dealing with.
A little about me
All her life, Debbie has spun
stories in her mind, watching characters come to life, seemingly by themselves.
After working as a nurse, teacher, martial arts instructor, artist, and CIC
officer in the Canadian forces, not to mention her many hobbies, her life reads
like a story itself. And yet, her favorite thing is still a cozy fire, a good
book, and country living with her husband JP and her youngest of four children.
After graduating from the Institute of Children’s Literature’s advanced writing
course, she is finally devoting herself to writing these stories down, taking
us all on a ride we won’t quickly forget.