As a child I was like most boys of the 60’s. I loved monsters and monster movies. I drew skeletons and Frankenstein’s monsters. I made comic book stories about space aliens, vampires, and wolfmen. I filled my fantasy world with dangerous creatures of the darkness.
It was only natural, then, that I create a story of monsters in Iowa. I set this story in my little home town. I created a story of a boy who was born funny (not ha-ha funny) and had to be kept out of sight in a secret attic room because he was thought a monster. In reality, Torry had a rare hereditary condition called hypertrichosis where you grow hair all over your face and body. Torry’s parents would mistake it for a monstrousness that they felt was the family curse, lycanthropy, werewolf disease. And the story would have to have a hero, Todd Niland, who accidentally makes contact with and befriends Torry.
For a villain, I would draft Torry’s young and well-to-do uncle Macey. He would be the keeper of family secrets and the real monster of the story. What he would do to his own family and his allies would be a crime that would eventually become murder.
So there it is. (Shudder!) A novel idea I will call for now The Baby Werewolf. Deliciously dark and dangerous. A monster masterpiece of macabre manufacture. Of course I will obviously approach the project with my usual total seriousness. Not one joke. You have my solemn promise… with all my fingers and toes crossed.