Part 7 already? I mean, I did the first one of these kind of as a lark. And now I’ve got enough pics and screencaps after this one for an eights installment. Thank you all so much. Verymuch digging seeing Mongrels in ever tab on my browser—and in everybody’s lenses. Means everything. Times two.
For anybody just tuning in, here’s fastlinks to what’s already happened: one, two, three, four, five, and six.
And here’s some littermate Mongrels is showing up with for the first time—stuff I might need to look into myself:
And, wow: to be included in a birthday haul. Thank you, thank you. And: Happy birthday!
I completely agree with this sentiment:
Luck to be in this spread of goodness—and, I’m right-now-this-very-moment (well, except for writing this) reading Hex. Highly recommended:
Thank you—thus far, I think Ledfeather’s the one that’s gotten into the most classrooms. Werewolves are sleek and fast, though. Could be Mongrels catches up:
Man, that’s precisely why I wrote it: a deep and abiding love of the werewolf. Glad for Mongrels to be finding the likeminded-hearted.
Ah, the yellow book going across the ocean and then coming back. Like Darren? Later books will tell . . .
Shh, don’t tell anybody, but I (may) have used this balloon-inflating trick before. Once. In a flash fiction that I can’t even remember where it ended up. Maybe I’m one of those writers who mines old stuff? Or, who doesn’t have new ideas, so just uses old ones? I don’t know. Also, I don’t for-sure know if I did this here first, or that story. But I’m thinking it’s the story. Still, thank you for liking it, Notafraidofwords. I’m not either (afraid of words).
Until I just now studied-hard, I thought this was “rawk,” which is how a student from years ago used to write “rock”—kind of like an exclamation-point-as-word affair—but, even cooler, it’s “RAWR,” I think. Which actually, you know, fits werewolves:
Hey, “feral.” Anybody know that werewolf comic Ferals? From Avatar. Fun stuff. But its werewolves and Mongrels, as in this dream, they’re completely different. Anyway, thanks so much for smuggling me into sleepland. That’s kind of where novels start. Good for them to go home now and again:
Hey, cool backdrop, but, even cooler? To have Mongrels hanging out with James Welch—so one of my heroes. Thank you:
Thank you for taking me into the backyard, said the yellow book. So much more to taste on the air out there. So much more to run down. Thanks, Contented One, for running Mongrels down:
Hey, cool, I screencapped that animation mid-animation. And, Craig’s a friend, and writer I seriously respect. And, binderclipped in the background, there? Surely the next thing from him, that’ll break your heart, then put it back together. Thanks, man:
Meanwhile, in the backyard:
I would say what happens on p.222, but I don’t want to spoil anything:
Nathan writes some serious-good fiction, some creepy-legit horror. Thanks, dude. Both for the words, and for these words:
Installment eight going live as soon as I can annotate it proper. And, keep them coming if you want. This is so much fun for me. Kind of neat, too. Kind of a Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants thing, just, with a yellow werewolf book. But, if you’ve read it, you know that werewolves, they’re really roadwolves. So is this yellow book about them.