I’m working on a story about a werewolf, not a wolfman, a WEREWOLF. It’s not that I don’t like wolfmen, I do – wolfmen are awesome. I love Lawrence Talbot he’s soulful, he struggles with his curse, and is bludgeoned to death by his father with is own silver capped walking stick. This all happens in the orginal movie The Wolfman, not Abbot and Costello Meet The Wolfman – because what a downer that would be. But please notice that WOLFMAN.
Anyway back to my story – I know where I want to go with it, but the words aren’t coming. I got jammed up on a clock, a freaking clock!
Luckily, I have good friends who seem to know when I need the push. I got this in the mail from Rob.
Look at the WEREWOLF origami, and while he is standing on two legs and has been named Talbot, he is a WEREWOLF not a WOLFMAN.
And Rob, you got me past the clock!