It's hard to believe that tomorrow will have been a year to the day since I've written substantially about Lupus Moon.
Where did the time go? I swear I've worked on it in that time. I know I have. I guess whatever I did just wasn't enough to warrant a blog update - but then again, I haven't been very timely with those, either.
But at least I thought about blogging about the book - as evidenced by forgotten-but-recently-recovered notes I scribbled down November 7, 2011 while at training for my job at the time. I had recently made a couple of changes to Alex and the story in an attempt to appeal more to the young adult market (namely making Alex bisexual as opposed to lesbian - opening the door for romantic dalliances with male characters), as I felt they would be the market to best embrace my novel.
Now, looking back, I still like the idea of Alex being bisexual - she's already biracial and half human, half lyca - but I'm still not sure who my market is. Young adult novels (from my limited knowledge of them, anyway) tend to rely heavily on romantic elements in their stories. But then of course there are the Harry Potter books, pulling kids and adults alike in with it's mix of whimsy, wonder and adventure. Sure, there are crushes, but nothing heavy - it's certainly no Twilight. And I don't know enough about the Hunger Games books to comment one way or the other, but I'd presuppose there's not time for romance when you're in fight-'til-the-death tournament.
But Lupus Moon doesn't feature romance (or magic, horcruxes, sparkly vampires, wizards or fallen angels, for that matter). With the change in Alex's sexuality, I'll sure there will be some flirty banter between herself and Neiland (like in the original screenplay treatment), but that's about it. Alex is in Weeping Springs to kill werewolves, and that's really all there is. Will girls embrace a story about a werewolf hunter who does just that, without falling for one of her targets (at least in the first book; future installments are planned, but nowhere near mapped out)? Will boys read a book with a female protagonist, period?
I just don't know. All I know is I simply want to tell a story. My story.
I'm looking forward to digging in on this novel. The thing I like most about this type of project is that it's solitary - unlike filmmaking, where others are involved who could, potentially, gum up the works. The only person who can stop a novel is its creator. In the end, the success or failure of this venture lies solely with one person - me.
I can dig that.