So the other night, my wife was feeling lazy and wanted to watch a movie. We went through the On-Demand options, watching the trailers … Confessions of a Shopaholic … Duplicity … Slumdog Millionaire … she thought they all looked interesting but decided she wanted to see the best-picture winner, so we bought Slumdog Millionaire. Unfortunately it immediately started with our young hero being subjected to “enhanced interrogation techniques” and went downhill from there.
This week, I reached into the pile of ancient schoolwork (generously supplied by my parents) and found this little article about the “Woodland Indians” of central New York:
This week’s random rejection is brought to you by the “Know Your Market” department:
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The votes are in and the readers’ choice for the August Scene-Of-The-Month is once again my unfinished, unpublished, unedited werewolf novel unimaginatively working-titled The Wolf. (That’s a lot of UNs!)
Because the completed portion of The Wolf is relatively short, I am continuing with the approach I took last time and putting up the scenes in order, so you may want to go back and read last month’s entry to see what happened before this. And now, on to The Wolf, scene three!