First draft, subject to unnatural occurrences.

“You’re the Speaker! That’s what you said. So stop the storm! Turn it away.”
Eh Quest’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. Turn the storm away? Even Eh Speak couldn’t have done that. And on the drop of a feather? No warning, no magic, no call for help from the Mother?
Pezo!
Eh Quest looked around but all he saw was a small stream. It did have banks but not high, and they were thickly muddy. It was nothing, no cover at all, but it was all they had. “Get everyone next to the river. Dig as far as you can into the banks, stuff the children in first. Get in as much as you can - and cover everyone with furs.”
Eh Last growled. “That’s no cover! The river will drown us if the storm doesn’t take us away.”
Eh Quest turned on Eh Last with a snarl. “I am the Speaker and I told you! But do as you wish! Run! ”
He ran himself to the bank, grabbed a handful of mud, and slapped it on his body, in a hurried and inadequate form of hunters magic, all that he could do. Others of the clan, disregarding what Eh Last had said, crowded and bumped into him.
“I am Eh. I am a hun— Speaker! I am Mother Ravens!” He turned towards the storm, now only moments away. The Wind Spirits were viscous already, whipping his loin cloth between his legs, hobbling him. His hair came out from the braid and scoured his cheeks and eyes, blinding him, making his skin red.
Through the tears, he saw some rope Eh Mak had made, and tied one end to the largest rock he could find, pitifully small. A strong Wind Spirit almost blew him away, staggering him. Falling to one knee, he ducked below the Spirit, and finished off the knot. The other end, he tied to a wrist. He stood and flung out his arms.
“Here I am, Spirits! Take me if you can!” He could feel those of the second egg, the Shadow People, in the storm. Their evil gaze was like small daggers, and the screams of children he’d heard before became the hunting cries of the beasts from the Shadow world.
Today he died.
The Wind Spirits howled in, gleefully malignant. They ripped through his hair pulling the feathers out and taking them away. They threw small, sharp pebbles into his face and whipped him with thorny twigs. The cries of the seabirds were drowned out by the screams of the Shadow World. The grass on the planes flattened under the onslaught. Thunder so deep he felt it in his bones. Lightening so blinding, he had turn close his eyes and bow his head, letting his forehead take the beating.
The Spirits attempted to pick him up, but the rock behind him steadied him, the rope grounded him.
He called to Mother Raven for help, but when he opened his mouth, the Wind Spirits entered, filling his mouth with a snap. He felt like a squirrel with his mouth like that, and that reminded him of Ba Nut. Where was Ba Nut? Was he safe with Ta Sim or Ta Laf, behind the bank? Or was the loyal little friend trying to crawl to the ‘safety’ of his arms, right this moment?
The thought terrified him and his eyes snapped open to check. There was no little squirrel and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Was Ba Nut already blown away? But what he did see still stopped his heart.
His rhino was being pulled away. The spear that meant everything, life and death, was being jerked and rolled away from him. No! Not the spear, he wouldn’t allow it. Desperately, he leapt for the heavy spear, but the rope attached to his arm snapped him short.
He landed with a bone jarring thud, his grunt of pain lost in the unwholesome noise blanketing him. Gasping for breath, blinded by his hair, he reached as far as he could. The spear rolled a bit, catching on the horn that was used for leverage. He whipped his head, letting the Wind Spirit pull his hair from his face. Twisting, he reached with a foot and managed to get his toes around the horn of his rhino.
Concentrating, he pulled the spear closer to him, then his other foot joined the first, and between them he had a good grasp. He pulled it up, his knees hitting his chest, before he was able to curl around and grab it. Holding it close, he squirmed back to the rock and sat up against it.
The Wind Spirit was so strong, he couldn’t breath, and he could feel his heart pounding in fear and desperation. Tucking his chin down, throwing his arm over his nose and mouth, he found a small pocket and sucked in as much air as he could. Thunder rolled and lightening spliced the sky, reminding him that he fought more than one Spirit. The screaming Wind drowned the screaming Shadows, and his ears became deaf to it all.
He grasped his rhino and turned it point down. With everything in him, he stabbed it deep into the ground. With it steady between his bent legs, the rock behind him, and the rope tied to him, he felt almost secure. He wrapped his arm around the spear, and lock-thumbed his hand on the horn.
Once a person had hold of something with a thumb lock, only death separated them, unless he let go. With a furious grin he looked up into the blackened, fast moving storm.
“I win,” he gasped, too quiet to be heard by anything except the Shadow World.
The Shadow World kicked back.
His eyes widened in horror with the Mother of all Wind Spirits came towards him. She spun from ground to sky, twisted and black, throwing everything she touched into the air, or holding it thickly to her body. He could see Tree Spirits, rocks, dirt and what looked like bears, twisting sickly in her screaming heart.
He tried to swallow with a dry mouth.
Taking a last, deep breath, he ducked his head against his spear. He locked his other hand around its shaft. He closed his eyes. “Mother Raven, catch me,” he said softly.

I wanted to put my youtube audio story up on my author page at amazon (and I see for some reason my photo didn't post. I know I put one up.). But after 7 hours and the video still not being uploaded, i gave up.
No matter what format I use to upload to amazon, it loses formatting. The 'least' problematic only loses page breaks. I downloaded calibre and it actually formatted the book from word to epub, without losing any of the formatting, which was great. But I don't think it carried over to amazon.
Yesterday was a day of TV heh. But today got some work done. I made a couple of twitter cards pictures. And I've started some twitter cards from my web page.
And I've started talking to the kid who's going to help me with apps, we'll see how that goes.
Things are ticky boxing off, not too much left to do. yay!
I did check into how much adverts are. insanely expensive. so that's off the docket.
i think i'll either work on my psychometry book or an audio story for youtube. or nap ;)
here's what my twitter pic/card looks like.

Yay! It's up! I did it; chuffed!
Radio format, spoken story with background noises. Static visual.

Release the Neanderthal spirits!
Neanderthal Mythos has been released to most main book distributors, like Barnes & Noble, Kobo and Apple, among many others, including hundreds of library's world wide. And this isn't even counting the many independent websites that pick up ebooks to offer on their site.
Except for smash, I can't see how many people have picked up their free copy of Mythos. I've no idea how many are floating around. I can see on one independent, there are 275 'looks', but not how many got it, and that's just one of many.
Neanderthal Mythos isn't a 'grand adventure' book, like Season of the Sand Bird is. It's a collection of short stories, mainly cautionary. (You won't see "don't put a plastic bag over your head", but you will see "don't sleep in the shade of a leopards tree".) These are the stories told around the community fire, aimed at keeping Neanderthal children alive.
It's out of my hands now. Only word of mouth will determine if Mythos is worthy.
Season of the Sand Bird, a full novel about the lives of Neanderthals, is due out in 2016.
Season of the Fire Snakes, continuing from the end of Sand Birds, is due out before 2018.
Season of the Shadow People (working title), will complete the trilogy, and is due when it's finished.


Get your free copy!

While going over my cave-art books recently, I discovered (or re-discovered) a couple of things.
birds; birds weren't a big thing for prehistoric guys. I'm thinking, 1) they're hard to catch and 2) they don't feed you too much for the effort. But there are two birds (well, maybe 3) that are on cave walls. There are a couple of owls. Shown with their faces AND backs to the viewer. The owls ability to twist his head like that must have blown their minds, enough for them to put them on walls. So that is the short story Im going to write up to beef up my book Neanderthal Mythos.
The other bird shown on walls (two representations by the same artist) is only a silhouette. The writer of the book this was in, twisted a gut to describe it without saying 'bird like'. It's so exact (like the best cave art) I'm betting a bird expert could tell me which bird it is. However, for practical purposes, I'm going with raven, as ravens have a strong presence in my stories.
Another thing I noticed was prehistoric porn. Or at least, nudes, usually female. Porn is a late addition to walls, not really showing up until around 10k ya. And considering these guys can depict how a deers and an aurochs knees differ, they are crud as hell.
As well, T&A is clearly something that has fixated men since the dawn of time.
ALL portable art of women show very fat women, not a bone in sight. They are like this on walls, too, except for a few exceptions. These women are skinny - a huge ass, itsy waist and good sized boobs. They are usually shown from a side view, otherwise the extended butt wouldn't be seen. They strikingly remind me of todays body moders, who are injecting their asses and having ribs removed to get the wasp outline. Some things just NEVER change.
The last thing I (re) noticed is landscaping, or rather, the lack there of. Animals everywhere, in every season (some show winter fur), in every mood (loving, moving, fighting) in every size. but not one tree. Not one flower. Not one water hole. Not one mountain or cloud. There is never ground under animals feet. Clearly, you cant eat a tree or a cloud. Is that why they aren't there, and only animals are? Or is there another, more complex, answer?

Today i wanted to write the end. The last page. After books 1 - 4. It will change a thousand times. It might not even go in the story at all. Its after quest dies. Its in a different pov. Its called, so far, The last step is the first.
That will probably change too. I can see it being the first page of book 1, and duplicated as the last page of book 4.
I've got 1k written so far. It will probably end around 2k
total written for nano so far: 4578 words.