Jacqui Murray – Book Launch
This week, my wonderful efriends here in the blogosphere are helping me launch my prehistoric fiction novel, Born in a Treacherous Time. I’ll be visiting their blogs to chat about the book, the process, and anything else on their minds. Some of the questions we’ll cover:
- Why did Born in a Treacherous Time take 22 years to write?
- Why did I change genres from thrillers to historical fiction?
- What books that you might have read are like this one?
- We know Lucy’s species, Homo habilis, died out about the time of this story (1.8 million years ago). Is this story dystopian—meaning Lucy loses in the end?
- What one characteristic allowed Lucy to survive in a world populated with Sabertooth Cats, violent volcanoes, and predatory species who liked to eat man?
- How do I differentiate Lucy from the species of man that followed her, probably led to her extinction…
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from Living a Beautiful Life
Mmm, lovely. Light froth rising in the matcha. The bamboo whisk really is an improvement over a fork and even a metal whisk. Who was I to argue with tradition for so long?
“Shut the fuck up!”
Ah, nothing like the dulcet tones of neighborly love whilst basking in the warm glow of early morning light.
“I’m trying to sleep, douchefucker!”
“Fuck you! I’m trying to make breakfast!”
Several of our intrepid heroes convene in the hallway. Sipping my matcha, I glance at the clock. 5:38 a.m. I close my eyes, inhale, feel a small smile form, and exhale. What luck that I’m already up and mindfully calibrated for the day.
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I don’t know why it’s going off!”
“Do something, fuck! Take action!”
Isn’t this good advice for life? When something is happening that you can’t tolerate, or…
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from CRAZY LIFE
After days of deadly heat
working in different gardens
sweating cascades over my body
thinking what a great career i have as a nobody
comes the rain
the famous summer storm
it hits you quick
and then lives you there
staring, thinking, without blinking i think to myself,
“Yes, just life”.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.