Welcome to a first chance to read what is churning around in my mind.  Every so often I will add a snippet from something I’m working on.  You will get the rough cut version before anyone else just by stopping in to see what I’m up too.  Stay tuned for my first offering from....

Were Love Blooms, my current work in progress.

Feel free to sample a taste of insanity from a Southern werewolf's unique perspective. 

Not to sound totally insane, but how much wax does it take to do a bikini line, when you’re a freaking werewolf?  It wasn’t even close to a full moon and I looked like I just staggered off Gilligan’s Island and the Professor hadn’t figure out how to turn a coconut into lady Bic.  I’m sure Mabelle would have an absolute cow if I showed up at the Gilded Lady with a five o’clock shadow all the way down to my hot pink toenails.  As a fully debutanted Southern Belle, my appearance represented not only myself, but the entirety of the South.  Heady thought, but I’d grown used to the pressures associated with my station in life.

I’m not being egotistical.  Please don’t think you’re dealing with one of those crazed high strung society sluts who thinks the world revolved around them.  I’m nothing more than your average every day run of the mill country girl who just so happened to live in an antebellum home with fifty or so acres to romp around on and a trust fund that’d make your jaw hit the ground.  Not bragging, simply stating the truth.  Don’t hate me for being beautiful.  Hate me because your boyfriend just slipped my number into his Top Five.

I’d call myself pretty much normal if not for the whole hairy howling at the moon time of the month I’m in the process of dealing with.  Not sure, but I doubt Midol has an extra-strength anything for that.  Lord knows it barely covered a good old fashion cramp.  But those are things left unspoken by a girl of my genteel sensibilities.

Like I said, as a proud member in good standing of the venerable Lee family—no relation—I had to be a pillar of the community as well as an inspiration for all those girls who weren’t born me since I learned the proper way to curtsy.  Without me, being well me, the whole town would probably fall into ruin and damnation.  The men folk would surely revolt if I let even a smidgen of my face into sunlight without make-up and my long naturally curly auburn hair set just so.  It’s a wonder I hadn’t degenerated into a basket case with so much pressure heaped upon my tender shoulders.

Which only made this entire werewolf fiasco all the more traumatic. What would the ladies league have said if they found out?  They would’ve all choked to death on their Mint Juleps is what they’d have done.  Drunken church ladies aren’t a pretty sight to begin with. It’s not like I asked to become a foo foo woof woof.  I’d spent my life avoiding unsightly hair growth for heavens sake.