All of my stories have #werewolves in them. It’s just that some of them are not recognizable as such at the moment.
Supermoon safety tip
Werewolf alert. Which is an alert TO werewolves, and an alert for others ABOUT werewolves. Don’t let your Supermoon gazing distract you to the point that you do not hear the stealthy approach of a werewolf.
Everything changes
Everything is in transformation and all lives continue in different forms, the werewolf realized as the full moon rose. But if that was true, why was no one else suddenly getting much hairier?
Shifter characters in your story
(Shifting in your seat is almost never a good idea if you can help it. The tail gets in the way.)
Some weres need hyphens. Others do not.
On a friend’s Facebook page, we’ve been discussing whether various werecreatures should be hyphenated or not. I usually don’t hyphenate unless it would put two vowels in a row. I WOULD hyphenate were-elephant, were-umbrella, were-aardvark.
Although, as I noted, if you’re a were-aardvark, you have bigger problems than whether your condition is spelled with a hyphen or not.
An American… WRITER in London?
I am now imagining something like An American Werewolf in London, but with writers.
Two men are hiking in the countryside. They’re attacked by a werewriter. One dies, and comes back as a ghost to warn the survivor to kill himself.
“You’ve got to do it, David! Kill yourself, or more characters will die!”
David, of course, does NOT kill himself, instead choosing to follow the old writing advice to “kill your darlings.”
Scattered thunderstorms
Today’s forecast calls for scattered thunderstorms. The current weather radar suggests that they are no longer scattered. They have gathered to the west of here, and are grumbling their plans to each other.
Zeno’s Werewolf
A very short story.
Zeno’s Werewolf
The moon is full at last, and I’m halfway to being a werewolf.
Now I’m half again there.
And again, halfway as close.
Too late. The moon’s no longer full.
Close enough.
I am going to write a story where the flawed but lovable victim of a mad scientist’s gene splicing experiment says “I’m sorry. I’m only sorta human.”
The plot may diverge thereafter
I am waiting for the version of The Sound of Music where Maria holds a moonbeam in her hand and the Captain turns into a werewolf.