I haven’t been blogging so much recently and that’s because I’ve been busy writing a novel. That novel is now almost ready for publishing, so I can tell you a little more about it.
My writing project started with a word. The word was lycanthropic and it popped into my head almost exactly one year ago. The word comes from the Greek lycanthrope, a synthesis of lykos or wolf, and anthropos, meaning human. You might be more familiar with the word werewolf, which comes from the Old English word wer, meaning man.
Cool word, I thought. It would make a great title for a novel about werewolves. I would totally read that book. I checked on Amazon, but no one had written such a book.
A month passed. Still no one had written the book. Someone should really write that book, I thought.
Another month passed. Still nothing. I should really write that book myself.
I started writing.
My idea was to do for werewolves what books and films like I Am Legend, Night of the Living Dead, The Walking Dead and World War Z had done for zombies. In other words, I wanted to change them from supernatural creatures into victims of a contagious disease. A contagious disease would spread, and then what? Bad stuff, obviously.
Now, almost exactly a year after the word first came to me unbidden, the book is finished. Huge thanks to James Pailly and Michael Smith for their patience and help in reading my draft versions. Monstrous thanks to my wife Margarita Morris for her input.
The next step is to get a book cover. Then the book can finally be published.
But this is just a step on my journey. The novel is the first in a series. So I’ll need to write another, and then another. A lot can spring from a single word.