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How to Leave an Amazon Book Review

little book of big jerks

Amazon book reviews can really kick some butt for generating excitement about your latest book. But for best results, you have to make sure your readers know how to actually leave one. Check out a step-by-step guide for submitting Amazon book reviews to give books the boost they deserve.

 

amazon book review instructions

1. Head to Amazon.com

 

how to leave amazon book review

2. Enter the title of the book in the search field.

In our example here, we picked one of the rynski book titles, namely: little book of big jerks. Hit enter or click the little magnifying glass in the yellow box to search for the title you entered.

how to leave amazon book review3. Find and click the search result listing you want.

In this case, we want the first result that popped up: little book of big jerks. So we click on the title to open the book’s order page. Make sure you choose the right format and edition, as some books are available in print or Kindle, and some may have more than one edition.

how to leave amazon book review

6. Scroll down the page to the ‘Customer reviews’ section.

Here you’ll see a button that says “Write a Customer Review.” Click the button, and you get a page where you can leave your review.

how to leave amazon book review

7. Write it up.

First click on the number of stars you want to give the book, then write the text of your review in the field below that indicates: “Write your review here.” Add a headline to your review in the field below your review text that asks for your headline. Click SUBMIT.

how to leave amazon book review

8. You’re done!

Amazon will now process your review and, if it passes, your review will go live for the masses to see.

NOTE: If you are reviewing a book that’s listed on Amazon but you did not purchase it through your account on Amazon, you will be asked to supply a name and email address when submitting your review.

Hope this helps answer questions for those that have ’em – and thanks! to those who take the time to post a review for any of rynski’s books. Authors really appreciate reviews, so you’re doing a great thing (unless, of course, you trash the book and say the only thing it’s good for is toilet paper in the forest). That wouldn’t be very nice.

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Art for Healing Grief (Just Not on a Workday)

sawyer chasing demons velvet grief painting

One of my bright ideas turned into one of the dumbest things I ever tried to do. The bright idea was to start my next art therapy project one morning before work. The topic was “spirit,” which I thought was innocuous enough, no?

Since Mom is cleaning out her basement and had sent me a box of greeting cards she’s saved since I was born, I thought the cards would make a fantastic collage to show the “spirit” of love, the “spirit” of family and friends, and the “spirit” of the many dearly departed whose signatures punctuated the well wishes.

Twenty minutes into the project, I was a weeping mess.

It only got worse from there.

Dang Sneaky Grief

Let’s just say the topic of “spirit” quickly turned into a study in grief. I was grieving my grandparents, great-grandparents, and people I didn’t even remember who signed some of the cards because I was sure they must be dead by now. I was grieving my dad. The departed family cat. The lost innocence of every baby that eventually grows up and becomes yet another cynical adult.

That project is currently on hold, as I still had a lineup of work assignments to complete for the week. But I did learn a valuable lesson: art is great for healing grief – just not on a workday.

Thinking back, every grief-related art project had been painful while it was in the works. Several that immediately come to mind include:

  • A velvet painting of dog Sawyer chasing demons, created a year after he died
  • A velvet painting of dog Dini as an angel bumblebee, created several months after she died
  • A happy heaven spider created from my dad’s hip and knee replacement parts, created several months after he died
  • An ugly green and black painting thing with the word “grief” created while Sawyer was dying

Aside from the painting that actually reads “grief,” the other projects weren’t created with the intention of healing grief. It just kind of worked out that way.

They were immensely painful as they were being created. But once I allowed the pain to fully and wholly flood the entire essence of my being as I was actively creating, it somehow lessened.

Art has a groovy way of providing relief from depression, anxiety, fears, anger – and yes, even grief. Even when I’m creating memorial art for others, I can somehow feel the load of woes lightening.

But Doesn’t It Hurt to Look at the Grief Art?

Once the flood of grief has saturated your soul and the tide eventually subsides, you can even bear to look at the art you’ve created during that dark moment. Heck, you can even come to enjoy it.

  • Sawyer chasing demons is now the central piece in the living room, complete with its own personal light, making me happy that Sawyer found something to do in heaven
  • Dini on velvet buzzes happily beneath Sawyer, as she always was the second fiddle
  • Dad’s happy heavenly spider sits pertly near my nightstand, reminding me Dad’s spirit is with me from the moment I wake up to the moment I head to bed
  • The ugly green and black grief painting thing? That’s in the garage somewhere. I think. It was painful to look at. Not because it brought back the memories of grieving, but just because it’s so dang ugly.

I’m sure my finished “spirit” collage will likewise find its place when complete. Its next installment will just have to wait for a day where I don’t have six assignments lined up to compete with my wailing and tears.

dog dini on velvet memorial pet painting
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SEASHELLS BY THE TURBULENT SHORE (rynski poetry)

dazed clam seashell

Stacy Blair was

groovy and keen and

the coolest kid

on the block.

 

If she was your friend,

your life had meaning. If not,

you may as well die.

 

One day she gave me

a drawing she had

carefully colored

herself.

 

I cherished the

thing, hung it on

my wall – the next day

she asked for it back.

 

She came to the door with

Shauna O’Conner to give

the prized drawing to

her.

 

I handed it back –

straight-faced with grace – then

cried on the couch

for a week.

 

And that’s why I

threw a tantrum – some 40 years

later – when mom told 6-year-old

Aiden he could take what he wished

from a big box of shells Mom had

previously

promised

to me.

 

-ryn.09.18.17

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ONE DUNKED DOG (rynski poetry)

there’s a dangling

apology out there one

i would not accept from a

man at the beach after

his dog attacked

my dog and dunked him

under water the man

grabbed off his dog and then

called him two swear words, the man said

 

he was sorry but I merely

frowned. now the man’s

apology

dangles –

 

twists

in the wind flaps

in the breeze hangs low

and unplucked like

rotten fruit – what happens

 

to dangling apologies?  do they

finally waft down to be

absorbed by

the earth – or do they

continue to float and float for

all eternity – like those times

you say “I love you” and

no one answers?

 

-ryn.09.05.17

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