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I have never written a story that didn’t have a werewolf in it. I can’t imagine a world without them.
I figure that must have something to do with my childhood which was heavily populated with Mad Scientists and Graveyards and Monsters and Werewolves. The thing of it is, no matter how many times I read the books or saw the movies when the credits rolled or I turned the page and I never actually saw the words
” The End “
In my head I was off and running…
with the Werewolves I suppose.
It was sad day for me when I realized you couldn’t grow up and become a Werewolf or move to a village where people built their very own monsters. In fact I was so depressesd ( I was probably about six or seven a the time )that my Mom sugested I cut my short ( which was NOT the style for girls in the late 1960’s ) so I could look like my new found hero Emma Peel.
For a little while.
But then as I got older and I knew for a fact I was never going to live in Transylvania and live in a house with secret passages and had neighbors who only came out at night that it was right then and there that I decided to make sure that every single time I wrote a story, somewhere in that forest of words you would find a path to my house and there would be
a wolf at the door.
by a.m. moscoso