Werewolf novel update  

Posted by Wishwords

My muse is a sneaky thing, wielding inspiration like an angry young man hiding just around the dark corner with a broken board scavenged from a construction site trash pile. I found the beginning of my post apocalyptic werewolf novel when I wasn’t looking for it. Care to follow my journey?

The other day I asked on my LiveJournal for recommendations of books with excellent endings to study for a class I will be teaching in June. I took the list to Half Price Books the other afternoon. A wonderful book geek led me to the "Reading List" shelf which seems to be stocked with the books everyone should read before they die, and we found most of the ones I was looking for. Each book that we pulled off the shelf suggested another one that begged to be read.

One of the books, Alas, Babylon, by Pat Frank was nowhere to be found. My new friend walked behind his desk and pulled it off the shelf. I vaguely remember hearing the title years ago, but knew very little about the story. I read the back cover and immediately thought of another book.

"Do you have On the Beach?" I asked. I remembered seeing bits of the movie one day a while back. He we handed me an old Ballantine paperback, "Good choice."

This weekend I took The Stepsister Scheme for pleasure reading, The New Square Foot Gardening for planning, and several of the new books for studying. I looked through each book trying to decide which one to read first. I picked up On the Beach and looked at the page behind the cover. I expected to see either a bit from the book or some blurbs. There were two blurbs; however, the surprise was a three-paragraph prologue:

In the Northern Hemisphere, the end had come suddenly, disastrously, touched off by a skirmish that became a nuclear war.

In the Southern Hemisphere, the end would come slowly, as radiation drifted in the wind. There would be time to prepare, time to seek solace in religion, or alcohol, or frenzied sex, or in the thing that one had always wanted to do. To drive a fast, expensive car. To buy some splendid object with one’s life savings. To consume the best bottles of wine from the cellar of one's club.

In the end, when the sickness could not be stopped, the government would issue cyanide pills to those who waited, hoping they would not have to use them, knowing they would.


I read it to L and he immediately said, "Now that’s a good beginning."

And I thought, 'I wish I could write something like that. It perfectly explains what happened before the story begins.' And then I stepped around the corner and right into the full swing of that damn muse. Thankfully, instead of getting a smashed face, I got an idea.

I've struggled to explain the war and origins of all the living myths within my story. I'd rejected the idea of a prologue because it would be a book killer. Who wants to read pages of back story, right? But three paragraphs... three pointed, powerful paragraphs followed by an already excellent hook... now that’s a good beginning.

Welcome back  

Posted by Wishwords

The last several months have been very bad for me as far as writing goes. There are lots of reasons contributing to it, but the solution is to treat my ADHD. I have high hopes for this medication. I'm already focusing better and ideas keep popping into my head.

My writers' group is embarking on what we are calling 6MoNo (six month novel). Most members will take their NaNoWriMo novel and attempt to turn it into a decent draft by the end of June. I'm going to try to finish the draft of my werewolf novel and possibly revise it. When we are all done, we will trade manuscripts and critique. I think it's a worthwhile venture.

As far as the memoir goes... there are apparently several similar works being shopped around and mine doesn't have as much sex or violence as them. So, I'm going to work on turning it into a novel (meaning fiction rather than memoir) and post it to my website. I'm not sure when I'll begin on this.

I'm also beginning research for a novel I'm calling "Amadeus" at this point. It should be interesting.

Well, here's hoping that the coming year will be more productive than the past one.