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I'm not a murderer.
Look up the definition: murder is something deliberate, something that you meant to do. Me, I take every precaution to ensure that nobody gets hurt. Drug myself up and chain myself down, everything short of moving out of town or throwing myself off the west side overpass. The things I've done... The worst you could call it would be serial manslaughter. It's not my fault.
(Ah, bullshit.)
Some people would call me a werewolf. Of course, some people are morons. Put away the Team Jacob tee-shirts, ladies, because I'm here to tell you first-hand that there's not a single damn thing romantic or sexy or glamorous about something in your head going wrong with the full moon and turning you into a cold-blooded psychopath.
Hell, I don't even change shape. And that only makes me more dangerous, because people don't know to run when the monster walks and talks and looks just... like... them. I mean, if you're going to saddle me with the classics, Jekyll and Hyde would be closer to the truth. There's something inside me that wants to kill, something that loves it and knows exactly how it's done, and as hard as I keep trying, it just keeps breaking loose.
Sometimes I can't help wondering, you know, if there isn't some subconscious part of me... part of not-full-moon Mathieu, I mean... that's letting it get free.
Huh. Well. I guess that would make me a murderer after all, wouldn't it?
... Which is to say, I'm kinda thinking about attempting a re-write of See How They Run. XD Our little writing group has gone all strict and rule-oriented, which is fine with me because I work best like that, but they want everyone working on A Book and lord knows I don't have enough time to be writing something from scratch and my re-write of One-Way Streets is a hot mess and too close to my heart to be thrown to the wolves, but I'm cool with throwing ol' wolfie there to the wolves, soooo... Yes! More on this later, methinks. I HAVE THOUGHTS AND CONCERNS.
Am driving up to Calgary tomorrow for bar exam stuff and shall be there until Thursday, but I'm bringing my laptop with, so never fear, it'll be business as usual 'round here!
Look up the definition: murder is something deliberate, something that you meant to do. Me, I take every precaution to ensure that nobody gets hurt. Drug myself up and chain myself down, everything short of moving out of town or throwing myself off the west side overpass. The things I've done... The worst you could call it would be serial manslaughter. It's not my fault.
(Ah, bullshit.)
Some people would call me a werewolf. Of course, some people are morons. Put away the Team Jacob tee-shirts, ladies, because I'm here to tell you first-hand that there's not a single damn thing romantic or sexy or glamorous about something in your head going wrong with the full moon and turning you into a cold-blooded psychopath.
Hell, I don't even change shape. And that only makes me more dangerous, because people don't know to run when the monster walks and talks and looks just... like... them. I mean, if you're going to saddle me with the classics, Jekyll and Hyde would be closer to the truth. There's something inside me that wants to kill, something that loves it and knows exactly how it's done, and as hard as I keep trying, it just keeps breaking loose.
Sometimes I can't help wondering, you know, if there isn't some subconscious part of me... part of not-full-moon Mathieu, I mean... that's letting it get free.
Huh. Well. I guess that would make me a murderer after all, wouldn't it?
... Which is to say, I'm kinda thinking about attempting a re-write of See How They Run. XD Our little writing group has gone all strict and rule-oriented, which is fine with me because I work best like that, but they want everyone working on A Book and lord knows I don't have enough time to be writing something from scratch and my re-write of One-Way Streets is a hot mess and too close to my heart to be thrown to the wolves, but I'm cool with throwing ol' wolfie there to the wolves, soooo... Yes! More on this later, methinks. I HAVE THOUGHTS AND CONCERNS.
Am driving up to Calgary tomorrow for bar exam stuff and shall be there until Thursday, but I'm bringing my laptop with, so never fear, it'll be business as usual 'round here!