Coffee in Hand, Werewolf Story Brewing

Not writing counts as writing as long as the imagination is mentally sifting through ideas, cataloging some and letting others drift away.

I really like to write a good story.

By that, I don't mean to imply I' this "great writer." I mean, I love the process. I love shaping ideas into tangible, readable prose.

Today is my work writing day. It's a long intense day where I write solid drafts of all the stories I'm planning to run in The Herald-News features section over the next week. 

Except in this case, it's a shorter, more intense day because towards the end of it, I have to take someone to the doctor, so I have to be on my focused game even more than usual.

And I love it.

But on the flip side, at the end of the week, my favorite Saturday occupation is writing fiction with supernatural notes. Now that Before the Blood is written, and the last two books are in the editing phase, I'm looking forward to sinking into another novel once the story gets past the percolating stage, although I'm nowhere near that yet.

However, I did write the back cover copy in 2018. It may be tweaked as I go (or maybe not). 

I'm still working on structure, but I do know a few details: first person POV, only three chapters (June, July, August), shorter (about 50,000 words), young adult, a late 1950s or early 1960s setting, a standalone, a "BryonySeries setting (Shelby, but that's the only connection to the last series), a title: "Lycanthropic Summer," and a few characters.

I've got a few characters fleshed out (LOL), and the ending written. The more ideas that ideas surge, the more I'm eager to write it. Pretty good for an idea I had in 2012.

Here's the back cover text:

Caryn Rochelle loves werewolf stories and promised herself she would write the world's greatest werewolf love story before her eighteenth birthday. But with the date just months away, Caryn has shredded more drafts than she's kept and is feeling desperate.

But then she learns the town's most prestigious couple has a dark secret: they're keeping a savage boy about her age locked in their basement. One glimpse, and Caryn's inspiration skyrockets. Caryn knows she ought to report them, but...

Can it really hurt to wait until she finishes her story?