All I ask of you is that you comment on my blog, be it good, bad or indifferent, I don’t care, I just don’t want to feel lonely out there in cyber space, it’s cold and it’s dark and no one can hear you scream!
I have been writing or telling stories in one form or another for as long as I can remember, squeezing in an hour or two in between work, rest and play, but never quite finishing anything and never quite getting anything just right…until now, and wow it is good! Yes of course I am biased, but I have to be. If I’m not confident with the quality of my work, how on earth can I expect a publisher to take it on, and no…I am not going to tell you all about it, not yet anyway. I also realise that the only opinions that really count our those of my potential readers, they will be the ones who will tell me if it really is as good as I think...but I have to get it out to them first.
Anyway I began to wonder what she could be dreaming of. Little human girls dream of being a princess, or a pop star, they dream of having a pony, or having all the Barbie toys that were ever made. My little girl, I decided, was having a dream about her namesake, she was dreaming that she was a wolf running wild and free…excuse me a moment my Little Wolf wants her tummy tickled…what? Even the toughest wolves like a tickle now and then. Anyway where were we, arr yes…running wild and free through the forest, on the scent of a hare or perhaps even something bigger?
She stopped running again and her mouth began to twitch, she stretched her neck out a little and it looked as if she were trying to blow me a kiss, he mouth puckered and pursed and it suddenly dawned on me, she was trying to howl! I pictured her then, standing on a ridgeline silhouetted by the full moon, her head lifted high as she howled her delight for simply being alive. My image was shattered seconds later by the pathetic little mewling sound that fought its way out of her mouth, still…in her dream it would have been a howl to freeze the hearts of all who heard it, a howl of a strong and powerful wolf, not just any wolf but a wolf with human tendencies. In her dreams, Alba, I decided, was a strong and powerful werewolf.
I could be right, or I could be wrong, but there is one thing I know for sure, watching Alba dream and trying to get inside her head, opened the already leaking floodgates of my imagination. A serve of werewolves, vampires and humans mixed with a dollop of vengeance, betrayal and love. There had to be a book in there somewhere…and there was.
|Run Little Wolf run!|