I wrote a full novel of over 50,000 words last November. A full novel! I was so excited! I even managed to do a little bit of editing on it in December. Not much, but a little. Then the holidays struck and I haven’t touched it since. In fact, it’s been over a month since I even looked at it. And, while I still haven’t looked at it, I have done a bit of writing. Baby steps, I guess.
Inspiration struck and I pulled out my handy notebook and jotted down a few lines. And then, later, I added more. Woo! Hoo! I had forgotten how wonderful it feels as the words spill out onto the page or screen. I prefer typing to writing as I do the first faster, but I find that a notebook will do in a pinch. Especially when that notebook is a moleskine. But, that’s a topic for another post. I’m just excited that I wrote something. So excited, in fact, that I’m going to share what I wrote.
The sliver of a moon whispered sweet nothings into my ear. My anticipation grew. It would still be days before she grew full and our passion would be released. Call me whatever you want. I’ve been called many things, by Werewolf is the most common.
Many carry the misconception that my kind are only werewolves during the full moon. The full moon is merely when the moon’s pull is greatest. It ebbs and flows with each cycle. Another misconception is that we have increased strength and are violent. In fact, we are no stronger than any other man. The violent part is mostly true. It’s in the nature of what we are. The moon’s whispers grow louder as it grows fuller. Eventually it becomes so loud that one can hardly hear ones own thoughts. It drives you mad. And violent.
My name is Argyl. And I am a werewolf.
It’s nothing special. Mostly, it’s rough around the edges and the flow is jumpy. But. It is something written that wasn’t several days ago.
I’ll settle for that.