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If Scientists were Poets

The Earth is a major character in my upcoming novel, Realms of the Earth.  Presented here are the recordings Hensley, as Scribe, records of the planet’s creation during the first three chapters between the actions of his life.  More of the earth’s evolutionary process continues through the book as Time passes more quickly than it does with the seven realms of Hensley’s enchanted and symbiotically attached realms.  If you know the science you will understand what is spoken of in these passages.  If you don’t have a scientific knowledge then learn from this before looking it up for accuracy.

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Excerpt from Realms of the Earth

The Multiverse was created by a sound, an utterance of Will from the Mind of the One within Many.

Within this universe, separate from the many, the elements of an aged supernova formed new stars with the circling debris clouds gathering into planets. Within one young system Seven Governors were made mysteriously well balanced. These Seven Governors sheltered the renewed life of an Eighth, newly added from without their circles following within the great Celestial Sphere.

Once joined with the larger galaxy, this Eighth Governor found itself retained within this newly birthed system. The calamity that struck caused only a teetering until the Gaia spirit within awakened.

World Attacked

The speeding object about to destroy the Watcher’s world glowed through the atmosphere over the dark northwestern sky above a shadowy peak as it rapidly enlarged. Its icy tail appeared aligned inappropriately to one side as it was blown by a solar wind. It dipped out of sight below the horizon.

The impact halted the planet’s imperceptible rotation as the attacker’s momentum slammed through the world’s southeastern-most surface opposite the dark peak. Fragments of soil and rock exploded into space, dragged with the object’s wake along with much of the little world’s great sea.

A small island continent was destroyed.

The planet shuttered violently.

The release of derelict debris was followed by blasts of orange-hot fire shooting soundlessly into the void from the impact site out of the broken surface. A pyroclastic flow of heated glassy spherules formed massive clouds with the dusty vapor to obliterate all in its path. Portions of the world’s tumultuous surface instantly liquefied from the friction of impact releasing inner fire spreading heat.

A resulting glow haloed the oblate edges around the globe as seen from the cliff’s stone façade.

The broken planet’s spin was now visibly more rapid, skipping on an uneven track as cracks began to cover most of its surface. Magna spewed forth in many places from the pressure within. Toxic gases replaced remnant pockets of tenuous atmosphere.

The larger fragment of the hammer-like death object swirled back from its destructive course due to its arrested momentum. It struck the planet again penetrating for all time the fractured crust to be buried within the molten and swirling brew gripping it within its bowels. The small world spun its death dance in shocked anguish.

Little time passed as the aging world was changed into a broken lifeless rock now heating large sections of its surface to liquid. Fragments of its damaged body and that of its attacker surrounded it. The planet did not remain misshapen as segments of its surface spread swelling with huge bubbles of magma. It appeared a rapid death.

Millions of orbits, comprising its years, passed with this new world slowly congealing into a mass of softened hot rock. The stone hearth remained, strangely, if not magically protected though exposed to toxic gases and the apparent vacuum of space. The surrounding surfaces gradually cooled, still revealing orange-hot liquid through the surface cracks. Superheated elements remained buried, churning with the question of new life.

The planetoid drifted. Unconscious. Unaware. Lost.

Wandering within a wide system on the edge of a spiral arm of a great galaxy the little world gradually lost its previous small family of orbs and globes. All were adopted out as their small galaxy merged with the larger, disbursing familiar members among this older rabble. Only a few were destroyed in their collision with angry neighbors.

The gestating world found a new home continuing its listless revolution, still temporarily unconscious after millennia.

Unaware of its many new friends as they became family, it appeared to mimic each Governor guiding its way. It followed its own path around their Master, a bright golden star.

Their star’s estranged twin occasionally visited the orbs, though its dead form was too distant to be more than a dark speck in the vast emptiness between so many. Its presence only guided the Ages by its aspect warning of darker activities coming.

Giant billowing circlets of flames shot from the Master’s constant blazing, its centrally located furnace heating this system of worlds emitting visible and invisible particles. It cast fleeting silhouettes over the once broken side of the reformed little planet’s illuminated surface. The vision revealed was a stripped and scorched landscape. A long shadow was cast over the mysterious edifice still holding the semblance of a great stone hearth.

As the dirigibles of solid masses of debris encircled the injured planet, the elongated tail from its unsuccessful destroyer had followed the broken death object as it was pulled back and around toward this little earth in its attempt at its destruction.

Even though crashed into a second time the globe had held, rather than blowing apart, though severely broken and reheated. Slowly it strengthened changing the composition within its landscape as the huge torpedo melded its iron veins into the molten form centering itself under the initial impact site. The radioactive material birthed slowly waned.

The planetoid grew as other alien misfits continued their massive plummeting into its injured surface, melding with the slowly forming upper crust. This war of merging galaxies determined the posture of their army’s soldiers until each succumb to battle fatigue settling into balanced bliss with its once angry neighbors.

The spinning world retained its spheroidal shape through the efforts of its continued rotation, blissfully asleep in its gestation toward new life as it glided throughout the battlefront.

That Which Departed

The life protecting and perpetuating elements of this roving planet were lost by the chance travels of the large speeding adamant as the new residents moved into the established neighborhood.

Allowed to flow along this part of the universe’s gradient of guidelines it struck the roving world displacing it from among its former family when it was old and a recent arrival. The damage caused it to forget it once harbored a unique life form.

The attacker, being observed in transit long before its arrival, allowed the Watchers their escape following the loss of their stabilizing moon. Within their magnetic field the fragile atmosphere was guarded by the slow crawl it had long kept to. The upheaval provided a reprieve from this once constant chore when its power went out.

Life was no longer viable among the world’s wrecked and barren sediments. Vestiges on a high ridge, mysteriously sheltered within a portion graben-like, were the last remaining proclaimers of another species once harbored here in times past. The singular pre-adamant stone grouping stood as the only evidence of a life form not too dissimilar from those broadly housed throughout the remote expanses of this prodigious universe.

These surviving fixtures stood vigilant and incorruptible in their small guarded valley where the Spirit of Gaia slept. Protected against the harmful particles from space with which all the spheres are constantly bombarded Gaia’s dreams only imagined her glorious plans of re-making.

Offspring Anew

Fragmented pieces of the planet, and its attacker, circled separately until they were slowly drawn together. The stolen and captured ancient rocks finally coalesced, forming a smaller sphere to slowly cool as it encircled its parental planetoid. After a lone orbital course around their bright star the tracks were set for both the evolving terrestrial globe and its strong but seemingly sterile offspring slowing and stabilizing the recovering world’s spin.

This infantile orb held the tilt of its parent world steady, eventually to bring seasons along their orbital path. She cast soft shadows among the crevices of the transforming surface where a gashed out wound once lain in those moments before liquefaction. Her glow lent soft illumination to the dark side of her parent when she caught the reflection of the great star’s fire. And thus began their symbiotic relationship to endure the coming Ages.

World Renewed

The world continued its long voyage around its new explosive and shining master in its displacement to this new location.

Upheavals within the re-created orb’s bowels emitted toxic gases as the water-laden magma cooled, also emitting vapors, recycling elements from comets and other invading space aliens puncturing its surface.

A blanketing atmosphere began. It was held to the surface by the force of an invisible protective shield regenerated by the planet’s rotation, its new inner iron core racing around a shorter interior course with no end to its power.

This thick coverlet reflected the damaging rays of its shining star as the earth’s gestation progressed swaddled in the warm moisture held snugly to its surface. Its slow dissolve eventually drew out the mantle’s deep heat.

The slow cooling interacted with the guardian blanket causing moisture to rain down upon its uneven form remolding a fresh surface. A steady spin gave a geoidal appearance as the multiples of millennia-long rainstorm increased the liquids filling the low places.

A giant drab green sea formed, rich in iron. The toxic atmosphere appeared red, its consistency so dense nothing viable could withstand its weight. The extreme heat multiplied the hostile environs. And randomly formed volcanic isles succumb to the punishing waves.

Under this new ocean volcanism broke continually through the mantle. A molten basalt and water mixture formed a new kind of rock, one so porous and light it was more buoyant yet tough enough to withstand the waves’ constant beating down over its surface.

Floating over the denser hot rock it formed a granite crust upon the ancient craton—core rock over which the first continents took shape, dotting the waters.

The smaller partner orb managed the ebb and flow of the newly dispersed tides. Shallows soon harbored newly birthed sunlight-ingesting life forms, which emitted a different gas rusting out the iron in the great ocean before clearing the air. Toxic members were slowly displaced as a new combination of gases emitted from the strange and slimy life on all the world’s shores. Millennia passed as a blue countenance slowly emerged to become paramount.

Continents soon covered a quarter of the planet, moving about as their foundations slowly drifted. Life crawled from the water protected from the master’s damaging rays by a thick upper layer of the new atmosphere. Hope for a bright future began.

Many small crustal islands became a single landmass, Vaalbara, which quickly dissipated. Ur became the first major craton based landmass. Others formed. They came together then split apart as the eons passed.

The crustal movements changed the waterways until the halted warm water flow cooled the surface too much. Ice of massive proportions spread from the poles to form an unimaginably thick frozen surface. Snowball earth halted further development of life during this period with only a few miniscule species left in cryonic hibernation.

With the inner heat contained under this frozen cover the temperature rose until a gargantuan effort broke through the glacial surface to reveal the orange hot liquid again rising through fractures, melting that which had become solid back into liquid.

The interaction of the healed and vital water cycle returned the reincarnated orb to its blue countenance. It marked a new epoch after multiples of millennium beyond thought.

Supercontinents continued a remaking and breaking up cycles… until Pangaia.

Dense gases and dust became great dots of water-laden clouds to shadow the teeming variety of vegetation erupting from the soil of its latest singular surface and within its vast ocean. Life burst forth in this idyllic setting.

The planet had grown in size during its restoration period. Specters of hidden forms vivified, some planted by the original destructive weapon and other attacking hostiles. Still others appeared mutated visions of the orb’s far past. Upon Pangaia new life was beginning its active participation upon the world. It had taken eons.

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Ode to Doctor Who

Included in my anthology, Twisted Vine: An Anthology of Short Stories and Poems, is this tribute I wrote to this episode of Doctor Who – The Village of the Damned.  I just thought it was very sad they couldn’t be together, but hoped they would someday. Hope you enjoy it.

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The Message

 

On a world unimagined

In a universe untold

Lived a woman of unrenowned

Whose life did once unfold.

 

Mysterious and magical

Assuredly she did live

Within her galaxy’s environs

Which great visions to her did give.

 

She walked among the grass and stones,

And sang unto the trees

Where housed many winged and climbing things,

Her words they oft did heed.

 

Each day seemed no different

The next always came and went,

Till a vision of destruction foretold

Her world would burn as her universe was rent.

 

As she watched the leaves aflutter

Tumbling across the peaceful ground,

Gathering as gleeful mice in somersaults,

Spinning all around,

 

A great thunder cracked the fabric defined

As time and space, breaking the multi-ways;

Its universes of galaxies and dimensions

Where light and darkness divided all the days.

 

Her power alone could not repair

The damage that was done,

But vision begged her so she spake

Upon the stars seeking for only one.

 

Beyond her universe his lonely heart

Was found, so instantly hers he knew,

Both understanding great powers that

Make all living worlds — too few.

 

Her message was harnessed by the stars

Sending out her one true plea, “Come!”

Knowing with the multi-verses in such peril

Soon all the lovely visions would succumb.

 

“Help I need,” she prayed the powers,

“So bring him unto me,

To the very heart where light and love

Abound for those within this sea.”

 

He looked upon the message

Without much understanding,

But heeded Astrid’s urgency knowing

Only he had such power commanding.

 

Across the timelines, through the dimensions

He followed the star-trail of his quest,

He and his companion fighting all the forces

Impeding his desire to fulfill his very best.

 

Upon arrival, prepared for intervention,

Expecting an ending of all his latter days,

His arsenal was readied, but he feared

Too late for the mending of the ways.

 

All seemed lost as he gazed upon

The darkness which did abound

Where once bright light swirled o’r heavens

To shine on many worlds all ’round.

 

He questioned his awareness asking,

“I think…have I seen this before?”

Till a spark of hope winked upon a

Blackened cinder-world once more.

 

“There!” he cried and hurried

To the sight of lone absolution

To gaze upon a vine encrusted citadel of death,

The light within crying for resolution.

 

“What is it?” His companion, a lesser being,

Inquired of his sighting.

His explanations confusing until he said,

“Only that for which we would be fighting.”

 

“This is the last refuge of the sacred holy

And there she lies inside

For nary a universe of heavens and earths

Would exist for me if ever she had died.”

 

He used his mighty powers

To part the door’s lone way

To find an unkempt garden with spirits

Who could only be the ancient fey.

 

He cleared the once worn path

To follow her beckoning voice

All the while marveling at the beauty

That was, apparently, her choice.

 

“Look, there,” was softly spoken.

“It’s her. This time I’m not too late.

She held the rent until I came.”

He ran as his companion begged, “No, wait.”

 

But he longed to see the vision

He’d witnessed through her star-sent plea

Finding only her barren framework housed

In tattered threads, her figure so incomplete.

 

It touched his lonely heart

With such a pain he could never say.

He halted his advance, his heart revealing

His sorrowful moan along the way.

 

There, set upon a wicker swing,

Peaceful as if in slumber,

Hung from majestic boughs intertwined

With succulent vines beyond number,

 

The remnant of a lonely being

Awaiting his prowess

Had slept too long, but its meaning

He could never truly guess.

 

The magic of her power felt

Mighty as they approached,

Though only bones and whitened hair

Seemed their sad reproach.

 

Though its life appeared forever spent

Sparkling colors of untold powers

Began to re-animate her ethereal essence

A reprieve for their lost hours.

 

There she formed as he dreamt she would,

Her glowing face’s beauty recognized.

Tentatively shy, they stepped closer.

“I called,” she said. “I heard,” he replied.

 

“I kept these worlds for you,” she told,

“And would have waited through all of time,

Because your coming crossed too many lines,

None of which, till now, were mine.

 

“I’ve strolled this lovely secret grove

For just this moment, to tell you of my life,

And how your final coming will rekindle our love

For now I can live without aging as your wife.

 

“I may only live now as memory,

But felt myself fulfilled to stay

For in this spirit I’ll wait again for you

Until you’ve found your journey’s way.

 

“Return when sanctuary you seek

To find such was denied us before,

A lasting love you will always know,

And shall have forevermore.”

 

He added his own power, sealed with his kiss,

To hid all where she would stay,

To travel ’bout the universes,

Only he knowing their secret way.

 

Seeking her with his last return

Her living form would again be replaced,

So their united powers with the stars

Can encompass all the visions of intercosmic space.

 

 

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This Weekend’s Reading Blitz

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Mother’s Day Reading Blitz (click the picture) – counting down till Friday.

The Giveaway is Saturday starting a 1pm and will go for 24 hours so everyone in every time zone around the world will have a chance.

https://www.facebook.com/events/630540137014799/

Other hashtags … Spread the word.  There’s enough for everyone.

#MothersDay #mothersdaygiftidea #ebooks #99cents #kindlebooks #read #readingblitz

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Mother’s Day Reading Blitz

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There will be a live Giveaway event on Facebook for
the Mother’s Day Reading Blitz

It’s hosted by Indie World Publishing & Author Services
Put the whole three-day weekend on your calendar
Allow Mom to sign up for awesome gifts,
then shop for her next book, or stock up for her summer vacation.

Also note on your calendar the three day Mother’s Day weekend, from May 9 – 11. During those three days be sure to visit the Indie World Publishing & Author Services website to search through the 72 books by over 60 fantastic female authors which will be available for only $0.99! That’s 99 cents! Participating books can be found here so start looking now: http://www.indieworldpub.com/#!mdrb-books-by-genre/c1f28

On Saturday, May 10th, there will be a giant giveaway of lots of fantastic books written by female authors ~~ some on the book sale lists and some not. All these books have strong female lead characters.

There will also be other items available for giveaway. The great news is you don’t have to be a mother (or even a female) to join in the fun! Just mark your calendars and get ready to enter each contest for your chance to win! Oh – and invite all your friends and family! We’ll be expecting to see you there!

For my part, I have 7 of my books posted for sale at the amazing low price of 99 cents. I will also have two others to be given away. Visit the site today for my listing of books in the variety of genres so you will know which ones you might be interested in purchasing.

For the giveaway I’ve chosen my two children’s books (see below) since they have no Kindle equivalent. Click on the link below the picture to visit the Amazon page where you can read about them and see the reviews.

If you win a book, or decide to buy one, please be considerate of the author and make a comment on the book’s Amazon page about your reading experience. It’s not difficult. Just scroll down the page to the write a customer review button and click. There is even a Tips and Guidelines link highlighted on the review page if you want some hints on what to do.

DON’T FORGET TO MARK YOUR CALENDAR. REMEMBER MOM AND WE’LL SEE YOU THERE.

 

 

 

 

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Ariel’s Cottage on Sale!

A traumatized victim, witness protection, risky trysts, love triangle, secrets, stalking, murder, kidnapping, bravery, emotional growth, sorrow and joy. These are just a few of the things you’ll find in Ariel’s Cottage, along with a victim who searches for her way out of her inner conflicts and those who attempt to help her. You won’t be disappointed.
http://www.amazon.com/Ariels-Cottage-Judith-Victoria-Douglas-ebook/dp/B00JM31XBG

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New Cover. Same Story. On Sale.

New Cover. Same Story. On Sale.

From my sister blog — It’s All About the Books!  Ariel’s Cottage is on sale through Easter Sunday for only 99 cents.

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New Campaign

DON’T BUY ANY OF MY BOOKS!  Not the novellas, the novels, the children’s books, or the e-book only books.  Why?  Because they must be really, really bad.  How do I know?  The trolls…ah… certain librarians and reviewers on Goodreads say so.

Disregard all the great reviews that have been written in very professional style by those I don’t know, but who have become fans, in praise of the books.  These folks have an agenda.  And it ain’t pretty.

New PfL FrontBookCoverPreview.doThey are maligning A Price for Love/Ariel’s Cottage especially, which has happened before causing me to leave the GRs site.  But they have made a promise, in writing, that there will be a lot of 1-star and no-star reviews.  “Don’t say you haven’t been warned.”  Well, it’s happening.  If they want to hurt you there are no holes barred and no management on any site can help you.  This group, who stick together like snot on tissue, obviously meant it for more than the one book .  The ratings on all my books on Goodreads have now decreased significantly.  Without even checking I can confidently say there are a lot of new 1-star reviews without comments posted.  Well, that’s Goodreads.  It does have this reputation against authors, especially Indie authors.  Too bad the general public doesn’t understand.

I just read a man’s very nice statement to one of their comments in the Goodreads Author Feedback Group discussion Writer’s Circle>REVIEWS.  He said when exchanging reads for a review he opted not to do a review because the book was so bad.  The author was agreeable and welcomed his feedback.  That is a very polite and normal human way to do things.  The responses he got were encouraging him to give bad reviews or the poor public will be duped into buying bad books.  Notwithstanding the fact that authors, especially Indie authors, struggle to sell even one book, this is their ploy to expand their negative behavior.  I hope he doesn’t succumb.

So, what’s a troll?  According the this article, Internet Trolls are Horrible People, they are not only not-nice people, but really dangerous.  To quote: “…the behaviors are intrinsically motivating for sadists…”  Read it for yourself:  http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/climate_desk/2014/02/internet_troll_personality_study_machiavellianism_narcissism_psychopathy.html 

This is an article that addresses the research findings of those who thrill at trolling.  I’m sure there are other articles you can look up.  In fact, try this one – http://en.wordpress.com/tag/trolls/  However, if you want a real picture of their damage check out the site where victims of their abuse report:  http://www.stopthegrbullies.com  You are welcome to report to them on my behalf, if you so choose.  They are very good with confidentiality.

Sadism is the tendency to derive pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.  In general use, it’s deliberate cruelty.  Having worked in the psychological field, having a Master’s in Counseling Psychology, I am well acquainted with the other terms used in the article – narcissistic, Machiavellian and psychopathic.  Each category includes very dangerous people.  To help you understand here are the definitions.

Narcissism is the excessive or erotic interest in oneself and one’s physical appearance.  Psychologists define it as a personality type, a disorder if enough diagnostic traits are revealed.  Its  characterized by a grandiose view of one’s own talents and a craving for admiration.  Also, be aware, this personality disorder is grouped with antisocial and borderline disorders as the most dangerous.  Psychoanalyists have found the individual’s self-centeredness arising from a failure to distinguish the self from external objects, as in very young babies or as a feature of a mental disorder.

Machiavellian, name after Niccolò Machiavelli, refers to a person who is cunning, scheming, and unscrupulous, especially in politics or in advancing one’s career.  I would clarify it as advancing one’s agenda.

Everyone uses the term psychopath at some point in reference to behavior, but few really understand the implications.  Basically, it’s an unstable and aggressive person, but in mental health evaluations the disorder is shown to be chronic, that is, ongoing with abnormal and violent social behavior.

Well, this is more than I planned to say.  I haven’t referred to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual because it really is for professionals only…and maybe professional writers.  It may even be on line if you’re researching for a deviant character or psychological thriller.  Now, back to the topic.

There is no defense against derogatory.  Most of us who have encountered such low life individuals already know this.  However, since  it’s part of their tactics to put you off, hoping avoidance will save you from more abuse, it’s time to act when the abuse doesn’t end.  AndI could use a little  help.  I’m experiencing one of James Kirk’s no-win scenerios.  I, too, am trying not to believe in it.

Like I said in the beginning…don’t buy my books.  Of course, if you are curious enough to want to see for yourself, then by all means, go ahead.  Add an honest review if you like, showing you have actually read the book and can make comments about elements within.  I can tell the difference.  Can’t you?  What I am meaning by the statement, don’t buy, is that purchase isn’t necessary if you want to help.  It’s a very simple gesture I request…in fact, I beg for.

Amazon says that comments can be made about negative reviews.  Fine, that’s an option, but it’s predictable that they will come back with something you’ll have to answer to and you’ll get drawn in.  If a comment for a positive review seems appropriate to you, and you’re brave, give it a try.  If a comment against it follows, I’d advise you to  remain unresponsive, or report it to Amazon.  I know, steam will come out of your ears, but when in a cage of hungry carnivorous creatures, you must be careful.

The biggest help, according to Amazon, (yes, I have communicated to them about this) is to vote Yes on the positive reviews and No on the negative reviews.  Don’t vote more than once because it won’t count anyway.  And it’s considered ballot stuffing.  If you do this the one million drop in this one book’s ranking, A Price for Love (Kindle; Ariel’s Cottage is the book) might return closer to what it was.

Be aware of the number of votes when you check.  In one day the negative review got 8 Yes votes, so they are ahead of the No votes.  In almost two years none of the other reviews have gotten more than 6, and most only 4.  And No votes were obviously added to the positive reviews.

I have a few from another of my sites who added the 5 No votes yesterday, which makes it a total of 13 in one day.  We should all be so lucky to have this everyday…in a more positive way, of course.

If you’re not into doing this sort of thing for anyone, but want to offer encouragement I will approve your comment.  The troll comments, of course, will not be approved.  And I have no doubt this will appear on GRs for them to fan the flames because it posts on my Facebook page.

I’m back to seeing trolls everywhere.  It’s a victim response, but I’ve backed off to think about this.  I have cut-throat abilities with words, but choose not to use them outside of fiction, and rarely there.  However, in light of this, I am seriously considering the characters for another book.  This one I may send to a publisher, one that likes hot topics and controversial situations.  Or, hot situations and controversial topics.  Anyway…  Several titles come to mind – Troll Heaven, The Day of the Trolls, Walk like a Troll, Sing the Troll Song, Being Troll…it could be fun.  And all the characters have such cute names…BubblesintheBath, TinManHardStanding, BacadabusBob, Sexy24-7.  I made these up and hope no real person uses them, but you get the picture.

Thank you for understanding my need for this posting, and I hope there is some help out there.  I don’t want it to turn out like promised reviews that never appear.  Good people need to stick together and support among Indie authors is usually strong.  So, thank you for all your support in advance.  I think I need some ice cream now, chocolate, of course.

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Last Free Day – Hurry!

For those of you who don’t follow my Novels, Novellas, Ebooks & Children’s Literature page on Facebook, or seen the other free kindle sites in FB’s many group, or visited Goodreads to see my blog, you may not have noticed that my Kindle edition of Ariel’s Cottage, A Price for Love, has been available for FREE.

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY.  You still have time to go to Amazon and download it you Kindle app.New PfL FrontBookCoverPreview.do

This is a powerful suspense-filled romance.  It’s not your everyday romance, hunky type of story.  This has grit. It’s a bit risqué, and does have some tender, loving moments, but it’s filled with suspense.  How could it not?

Ariel is in the Witness Protection Program.  She’s survived a horrendous ordeal when seventeen years old.  She’s experienced abandonment from most of those she though loved her and has totally lost her trust in love.  She’s a victim barely brought back from the regression her experience caused.  She’s stuck at seventeen mentally and emotionally because that’s where her last happy moments lived.  Now at twenty-two, secluded in a country cottage, reclusive and agoraphobic she is surviving on aid from the WITSEC program, a disability allotment and meager royalties from her little novels.  With funds low she devises a plan to help pay for her needs by inviting her delivery men to aid by offering the only thing she has to give in return.

After all she’s been through and knowing she still has much to overcome, she tries to make it therapeutic.  Her experiences bring on flashbacks of her ordeal as she remembers the worst she’d forgotten.  Her only reprieve is her true love for Jerry, the eighteen year old who helps with yard work and minor chores around her place.  She doesn’t feel older, and he doesn’t see her any different from any other girl he would ask out.  And he is falling in love with her in the way only an eighteen year old hunk can on his way to a big college and an awesome career.  But things had already began to affect Ariel due to her strong sixth sense.  And a puppy is found that leads trouble her way.  Fear of her identity being discovered puts her further on edge.

Meeting Deputy Danny Pullard, when he inquires about the puppy, gives her more to worry about.  But Danny is struck and can’t forget her, feeling the fate of the criminal actions around her put her in his care.  Something from his past also draws him to her.  Then a shock occurs making him aware of her fragility.  The events that follow make all their lives turn in a new direction.  And how will come out will depend on secrets and agreements Ariel has bound Jerry and Danny to as neither knows her involvement with the other.  She loves them both, but realizes she will have to choose.  As she begins to change, recovering from the girl she once was to the woman she’s becoming, she has a lot to dwell on while these two men becomes friends, fighting to protect her from an unseen enemy she suspects is her greatest fear.

If you download it today, or purchase it at a later date, please make a comment on Amazon about your reading experience.  The Kindle is supposed to be offered for Free after today, when the book is purchased, per the Matchbox Deal.  So, if you have a gift you need to get for Valentine’s Day, or any time, consider this emotional roller-coaster of a story.  The ending will shock you, in a good way.

http://www.amazon.com/Price-Love-Judith-Victoria-Douglas-ebook/dp/B007RGJ7Q8

(Some comments taken from reviews posted.JVD)

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How Characters Die

After reading How to Kill off a Character on this site – http://www.helpingwritersbecomeauthors.com/2014/01/kill-a-character.html – I had this to say:
These comments contain spoilers so proceed at your own risk if you haven’t read any of these books.

In my latest novel, On Unicorn Wish, the main character is recovering from a horrific accident that could have killed her, and she had setbacks, while at the same time reliving in memory (or is it real?) a magical time when she was ten. She was invited to Evernow, a placBest Unicorn Front BookCoverPreview.do copybetween time and no time where only those with a pure heart go when they die. On her return to her grannie after her adventure , as the child, she is having trouble remembering it. She is to meet someone from there she already knows who will help her forget, and it has been set up he visits her in that world as an adult to help her with her memory. At that point she, as the adult dies, because she was doomed from the beginning, but she returns to Evernow where she is a very special person, so her life goes on a little differently. Reviewers, so far, think the story okay for their children. I have recommended it only for older readers through adult, so the physical death of the main character doesn’t seem to be a big issue since she continues to live in the alternate reality.

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In the first novella of Painted Tree: Two Novellas, one of the character’s dies. He has to in order to show his remorse – lack of will to live – BLOOD Front BookCoverPreview.doBookCoverPreview.do PT frontfrom what he has done because of the vengeance he felt. His death affects all other characters since he was a charismatic character, and had his own story line. In the second story about the victim recovering she dies in the end, but as a old lady who found a way to fulfill her life in spite of her handicap from what happened to her.

In Ariel’s Cottage/A Price for Love the main character was a victim of a horrible crime, and is dealing with the psychological demons resulting. But physical problems are hinted at, and another important character returns after many years to see her, only to find she has died from an injury created during her horrific experience. The character who cared for her during those years found he could A'sC caps & smug FrontBookCoverPreview.donot live without her and commits suicide. A reviewer remarked of the emotional roller coaster ride, but that it felt in the end like she’d read the story of a real person’s life.

In my trilogy, Where the Horses Run, I have a character in Book I, connected to the main character and who plays a very small role, get murdered. The crime investigation, though mostly done by others out of scene in Book II, helps the main character and her companions make some discoveries. Also her grandparents’ deaths are spoken of and information left behind also helps. A major character dies in a car accident in Book III. It was a shock to me when I realized I’d have to kill him. I thought about it for a long time. But it’s his death that helps them learn some things they need to know, and spurs them on along their path of discovery even though a lot of time is spent learning to deal with his loss. His memory and what he had to offer is ever-present, so he’s not really out of the story.

In one of the stories in TREE & SKY: The Secrets of Meshyah’s World the grandfather is remembered at one point, having died, though the death is never spoken of, only what the main character, being a child, feels for her grandfather and his BookCover4T&Smemory. They had been very close and interactive in the prior stories. This is a children’s book and there have been no comments about how awful it might have been to read it. He was very old, and it happens.

I have an anthology of short stories and poems where characters die, mostly when they are old. One is a story with a child as the main character, so I also published it separately as Miracle Belle, A Horse with a Secret. The main character grows up when, later on she and her Miracle Belle Front BookCoverPreview.dohorse go to a special place without dying. It’s a spin-off of my trilogy.

My two children’s picture books are the only ones where no one dies. In fact, in both, someone/something is saved.

I have a middle grade story, only as an ebook for the first part of a series that will become a book, where only one is expected to be killed, but eventually someone else will die. Even in Harry Potter, a children’s book, many good characters die.

Of all the stories I have in the works I can think of only one where there is no death of an important character (so far), but rather a major life change, as is also the case in another middle grade children’s story. In another there are serial murders and a suicide; another with sword battles, and another adult spin-off of my trilogy where I don’t know yet if anyone dies, but a main character disappears never to be heard of again. In that series it the “other place” they are seeking to go to for safety from an expected earthy catastrophe. It’s not a heaven, they don’t die, though those who you think of as having died are there. I just can’t tell more without spoiling it all entirely.

I had someone say they couldn’t read any more of my books because they were tired of dealing with death. I find that it’s a rare book where a death isn’t at least mentioned.  Maybe there could be one where the story only takes place within a few hours of a day and the character is focused on an issue that doesn’t involve death. But death is part of life and it does happen so it makes sense to kill off characters, even if they are favored. It’s a natural progression of the story and I didn’t worry about doing it so much as how to do it properly for the story.

Unless I write the story spoken of in Ariel’s Cottage/A Price for Love (Murderous Intent) that involves her horrific experiences, I haven’t had a lot of mayhem involving the main character physically suffering. It’s mostly psychological, and dealing with memories of the pain and New PfL FrontBookCoverPreview.dosuffering that’s already happened.

If you want to review synopsis of any of these or my other books you can see them on my Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Judith-Victoria-Douglas/e/B007KCUA2Y

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Another Review for Each of My Children’s Books

http://juliesbookreview.blogspot.com/2014/01/review-of-theres-tree-on-my-house-by.html?spref=fb

Donna wrote another wonderful review of my granddaughter’s first favorite book with her name in it.  It’s available on Amazon, just click the picture, and there is no ebook edition.

There’s A Tree On My House Published Sadie's Tree Front BookCoverPreview.do
By Judith Victoria Douglas
A small maple seed is blown by the wind and lands on the corner of the roof of a house and the seed is so protected there that it begins to grow.  Sadie, the little girl who lives in the house is playing with her cousins, Ava and Abby in the yard, running around with their balloons when one of the balloons gets loose and floats up toward the seedling.  So that their cousin isn’t sad, the other two girls let their balloons free too.  They believe the seedling tried to catch the first balloon, and run in to tell their mother that there is a tree on their house.  Their mother and father help to save the tree from growing on their house.  Thus, the story of the tree on the house has started.
I really enjoyed this book and I believe children will enjoy it too.  There are lots of extras included with the book a tree that a child can color and decorate with included clip art, and extra pages to illustrate a child’s own tree story.  5 out of 5 stars.
And Shelby gave a 4-star review for The Carousel Pony last November that is just appearing on the reviewer blog.  It’s my granddaughter’s second favorite book with her name in it.
A special carousel with special ponies. When one winks at Sadie she is sure her wish for a pony will come true.Best Final Pony FrontBookCoverPreview.do copy
Released 11/12/13; available on Amazon, just click the picture. There is no e-book edition.
A children’s book to be read to children up to the third grade when they may be able to read it themselves.
The Carousel Pony by Judith-Victoria Douglas is a delightful story about the simple magic of childhood.
Sadie is a sweet young girl who wishes for a pony of her very own. Unfortunately, like a lot of us, she must settle for riding the carousel ponies at the local fairgrounds. Sadie’s father is a photographer and is hired to take pictures of the new carousel ponies in order to make brochures. He takes Sadie with him on what turns out to be a fantastic day full of fun, imagination, and magic for her.
Kids and parents alike will quickly fall in love with this enchanting story. The illustrations are beautifully hand drawn and idyllic. The ponies are described in excellent detail allowing the readers to place themselves into the story with ease. There are lessons on the history of carousel ponies and a cast of wonderfully written characters. My favorite, besides little Sadie and her favorite pony Whisper, was Mr. MacTavish. He was so very kind and patient and his gift to Sadie was very sweet.
This is not my first book by Judith-Victoria Douglas and I’m sure it will not be my last. My little one and I thoroughly enjoy the amazing adventures her books take us on and we very much look forward to our next.
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