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T
empting though it
is to write this from a pompous, third-person point of view, I'll make
a rare display of humility and spare you the Bob Dole imitation.
I am The Lycanthrope. I am an American male whose visit to this planet has spanned nearly four and a half decades (Hey! I can do a pompous first-person point of view, too!) I have written a fair amount of technical non-fiction prose (and a lot of software) but these pages are my first foray into the fiction arena. There is a small chance that you've read my non-fiction (and it's almost certain that my software has affected your life, at least indirectly) but that's not important here. What is important here is the fiction I write, why you read it, and why I write it. Toward the end of 1999, I was reflecting on my life when I realized that I was a Lycanthrope, and I had been one for most of my life. I had become an adept shape-shifter, constantly altering my form and molding myself into the appearance of what others wanted or needed me to be. I'd maintained my own basic personality and I'd tried to keep moving along the path I wanted my life to take, but I was supremely adaptable when it came to my interactions with others. Obviously I wasn't going into blood frenzies on the lunar cycle, but I preferred the darkness and I'd learned to move through my environment as I'd seen wild wolves move years ago. This realization didn't bother me. So now I am trying to adapt myself to be what you want and need. I'm trying to write fiction that will envelop you in a story and provide you with a brief but complete escape from reality. I will write, edit, accept your input, and rewrite in an attempt to create for you what many other writers have created for me: Stories that immerse you in a complete fantasy. I welcome all comments, questions, criticism, and suggestions at lycanthrope at graffiti dot net Your input will help make these stories better. Thank you for reading,
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