I Need Help Launching Born in a Treacherous Time!

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Next month, I’ll launch my latest novel, the prehistoric fiction, Born in a Treacherous Time:

Lucy and her band of early humans struggle to survive in a world where nature rules, predators stalk them, and the next species of man threatens to destroy Lucy and everything she understands.

If you read To Hunt a Sub and loved the cameos of Lucy, the ancient female, Born in a Treacherous Time reveals her life, why she appeared to Kali as sad, and how she set off on what would be man’s African exodus. Also: Learn how to knap tools, steal carcasses from Scimitar-tooth cats, and avoid the many dangers that preyed on early man.

With a planned publication date of June 7, 2018, here’s how I’m doing:

Cover’s ready!

Thanks to the talented artists at Damonza:

Two early great reviews

If the Kirkus review hadn’t come out good, I would have buried…

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Separation

(this is coming from the mind of a cat;))

adorable animal blur cat
Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

I will take this fuzzy thing;

You can have the kitchen set,

I will take this crumpled foil.

You can have the beach house,

I will take this tissue box.

You can have everything,

Ooh, I want those dirty socks;

For, how dare you come home, smelling like another cat…

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Take Good Care

Hope everyone enjoys this poem as much as I did reading it;

levishedated

I swear I saw a Red Brick Wall
Just before the Green Ceiling
Slapped back into its place.

I’d only thought about it
For a brief moment.

But such power!

I underestimate my mind
And how it touches me.

One small thought
And I’m caught.

I should take more care
(on/as/of/for/in/over)
What I think about
On dreaming days.

My dreaming ways.

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The World Needs

A little more kindness and a little less creed,

A little more giving and a little less greed;

A little more smile and a little less frown,

A little more ‘We’ and a little less “I’s”

A little more laugh and a little less cry;

A few more flowers on the pathway of life,

and a fewer on the graves at the end of this strife;

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