Every full Moon, you'll find me howling at the Moon. A primal instinct since wolves are my Spirit Animals. I love to hear the wolves howling at the Moon!
Realizing that, after all this time, as I approach the end of this 981 page novel with 97 pages of footnotes, as much as I have loved every run-on sentence and obscure pharmacological reference I still cannot coherently answer the frequently-asked and painfully-simple airplane-seatmate question "what's it about?" has giving me a serious case of the howling fantods.