If you could save the love of your life by giving your own in return, would you do it?

It was eight years ago almost to the day, that I was in my prenatal appointment getting an ultrasound of my unborn child when everything changed in an instant. My son was playing innocently in the corner of the doctor’s office while I lay with my large belly exposed. I remember the moment when the technician set the ultrasound wand down and left the room to get the doctor.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked when the doctor sat down and began reviewing still frame images of the small child within me. The flutter of the heart appeared like a trapped butterfly on the screen.

Then my worst fears were realized.

“Yes.” With that one answer, our lives changed.

My daughter, like so many other children was born with heart defects. She is what I consider to be- lucky. She came home without oxygen or any complicated equipment after two-days in the hospital following her birth. But she has had two open-heart surgeries.

The first was at a year old. When I first saw her swollen, puffy face in the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit, and the various tubes sticking out of her abdomen, all I wanted to do was hold her. She would reach out to me, wanting to be with her mommy, and it would take the efforts of many nurses to move her to my lap. The only comfort I felt was knowing she was near me. One by one, the tubes were removed and we went home to raise a precocious toddler.

Her second surgery was at four-years-old. She was no longer a baby who did not know what was happening, she was frightened and wanted me near her as much as possible. A couple hours out of surgery, while I lay beside her in the recovery bed, her blood pressure dropped and her veins collapsed. Helpless and paralyzed lying beside my sweet little girl, I watched six nurses stand around us, pushing blood and fluids into her body. If asked, I would have given everything, even myself to save her.

Helplessness is lonely. It is like being shipwrecked on an island, far from home. I clung to the thought that everything would be fine; she wouldn’t die, she couldn’t. I never allowed myself to go to the point of despair, I needed to be strong for my children and family and mostly, for myself.

I can look back at those days in the hospital and it’s almost like replaying a movie. I can recall different moments, both happy and sad. Like when we had to practically empty a bottle of detangler to brush out her ratty hair, the day she wouldn’t speak at all (not even to me) and laying beside her each night in her hospital bed, holding her close.

How did everything turn out? Fantastic. After a bumpy recovery she moved forward without looking back. You may be surprised to learn she was on her bike the day she got home from the hospital. As I hear the sounds of her playing with her friend now, I am thankful for the gift of her life. I am telling you my own story as a reminder to appreciate the ones you love and to share a story fitting for Heart Awareness Month and the month of love.

It was my own experiences that inspired me to write a novel about a girl with a heart condition who finds herself in a desperate point in her treatment. Ana is a young woman without hope of a future or of finding love. She is eager for a fresh start from pitying eyes. At the point of helplessness, she meets a mysterious young man, whose notice she is unable to escape. Soon, she suspects she isn’t the only one keeping secrets. But will her heart be able to handle the truth?

To read an excerpt of Fledgling, The Shapeshifter Chronicles, you can find it in the Amazon Kindle store- http://www.amazon.com/Fledgling-The-Shapeshifter-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B006XM426C/ref=sr_1_68?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1327174914&sr=1-68

During the month of love, I send you my warm wishes. Hold your sweethearts, family & friends close, because it is every moment of now that it counts.


Natasha Brown

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Finding something to write about

Okay, you’re sitting in front of your computer, fingers poised at the keyboard. Ready.


Hmmmm, maybe you could write about your trip to the grocery store. Or maybe driving your kids to school? I do these things all the time. Do I find it fun and entertaining walking down the isles at the store, or hollering at my children to stop fighting? No. But, you don’t have any ideas to write about other than what your life is filled with. What if you think your life is boring?

What if. That’s a good way to start. Pose the question, ‘What if…’

Have some fun with this-

  • You slept in late and things didn’t go as usual- a series of unfortunate or timely events lead to something catastrophic or funny, like running out of gas on the highway and meeting an interesting character (predatory or romantic *cute-meet*)
  • While walking through your boring life, something amazing happened to you, like you get hit by a car and now you can hear the thoughts of people around you
  • Your birth control malfunctions and surprise (okay, sorry- you may not be into horror stories)
  • You made different choices in your life and they lead you somewhere else- think dancer on Broadway, climbing Everest or kayaking through South America

There is another tip you have probably heard before. Write what you know. If you are a nurse,  you can probably write a very convincing story about a doctor traveling to Malaysia to help children with deformities. If you are a mother,  you could probably create an effective story about World War II or living in a psych ward.

If you enjoy writing you may not struggle with getting ideas out. But even the best writers have their moments (at least that’s what I tell myself).

“I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit,” Hemingway confided to F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1934. “I try to put the shit in the wastebasket.”

When I came up with my idea for Fledgling, I drew from my own life. I wanted to create a heroine that my daughter could look up to. But I wanted it to be someone like her, a girl born with heart defects. The character took on a life of her own, and now the world I created is bubbling up, eager to make its way to paper.

Writing above all, is what’s important. You can’t improve or find the diamond in the rough if you don’t write. Everyone has a masterpiece within them- the challenge is getting it out.




Who do you prefer?

Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters & paranormal oh my!

So many writers have found writing success with magical, mystical and paranormal bad-boys, and heroines in select cases. A huge surge of vampire novels have made it to screen and television, and I admittedly have been sucked into the flurry of excitement. There is obviously Twilight, which found a huge audience and probably an even larger closet-audience. The Sookie Stackhouse series, aka Trueblood, went more dark and dirty, and Vampire Diaries can’t be left out either, with it’s small town setting. Producers wouldn’t spend their time or money on something that didn’t draw an audience, so clearly there are mass numbers drawn to blood drinkers. Is it dangerous and sexy? Sure. It clearly appeals to the public. At least a portion.

How about werewolves and shapeshifters? Twilight mixed the appeal to two different legendary creatures in a love triangle- the battle still rages amongst readers. Shiver created a character trapped, unable to stop himself from changing into a wolf. Trueblood seemed to bring all imaginable creatures into the mix- vampires, shapeshifters, were, fairy and more. Is it the appeal of the animalistic, dangerous and frightening, or is it simply the draw of the forbidden? Something that you can’t have. Like that 2000 calorie chocolate mud cake, that tastes like love itself- one plateful equaling a days worth of caloric consumption. I know if I eat that tasty mouthful of joy, the tire around my waist will thank me. Why do I eat it anyways? Because I can’t resist.

Guilty pleasures. I know the paranormal isn’t for everyone.  I’m drawn to it because it is an escape from the norm. I think it allows us to imagine that our life is rimmed with exciting, magical stories, which excite us and make us feel alive. It provides an electric current, carrying our fantasies away, making you think anything is possible. And anything is possible through prose.

I wrote about what thrilled me, a frail young woman, Ana, who is drawn to a mysterious shapeshifter. She is afraid of life letting her down, but finds inner strength and love despite herself. A whole new magical world opens itself to her, along with new dangers. If you ever wondered about mythical creatures and the root of their stories, be prepared for some answers after reading The Shapeshifter Chronicles.

But what about you? Is it the circumstance or the character that forces you to read on? Unrequited love or forbidden fruit, dangerous, with a thirst for blood? Who would you want to find staring up at your window?

And would you have the courage to go out and meet them…

Ready to go out and read a two new characters, that will pull on your heart strings and excite you? Chance and Ana want to meet you-



Fledgling Exclusively Published on Amazon

I am pleased to announce that Fledgling, Book 1 of The Shapeshifter Chronicles, is available on Amazon. I hope the reading audience enjoys the premise as much as I do!

“Set apart from other eighteen year olds, Ana Hughes knows she is different. A life threatening heart condition smothers her future and she yearns to feel normal. Her hopes are pinned on a fresh start in a remote town far from her native Colorado. Among the locker filled hallways in Clark Bend High, Ana keeps to the shadows, not wanting to draw attention to her violet tinged lips and wilted silhouette. And she almost succeeds, until she meets Chance Morgan.

Struggling to keep up appearances, she soon suspects Chance is hiding something as well. His animal-like senses, miraculous healing ability and peculiar reaction to her Thunderbird necklace compels Ana to question if there’s more to the stories about his Navajo ancestry. Without any other explanation, she fears he is playing tricks on her. But the truth may prove too much for Ana’s delicate heart…”

My inspiration for the story is my daughter, who, like Ana was born with multiple heart defects. Her future, however is not as bleak and she should look forward to a healthy, happy life.

The character’s I wrote in the story are close to my heart, and I look at them like my children. I am amidst the second book of The Shapeshifter Chronicles, and I look forward to releasing it to Amazon and my loyal readers.

Keep on reading…