I’ve been on werewolf hunt — reading a bunch of werewolf tales and hunting for my own brand of moonlit beast. I’ve read about a werewolf private detective, a teenaged werewolf seeking revenge against his abusive father and more.
I’ve yet to find the werewolf who suits me.
Perhaps I’ve been spoiled by memories of Lon Chaney Jr. and his tortured soul in the movies I watched on TV over and over again as a child? Or maybe it’s the macho werewolves of True Blood?
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’ve got an inkling of a story idea involving an intellectual werewolf — a professor or a librarian or maybe a scientist…. It’s just an inkling of an idea. Not yet formed, maybe I need some moonlight to ripen it?
I’m beginning to think that story ideas sometimes need to grow a bit before the real work of writing can begin. I’ve stopped mid-way through more than one story only to find that when I return to it — it’s been transformed into an entirely different tale.
This seems to be true for longer works of fiction, too. Later this summer I plan to tackle an entirely new version of something I wrote years ago. The idea of the novel, a mystery, was good but the book wasn’t. I think I wasn’t ready to write it. I’ve become a better writer and it’s time to give it another try. Of course the idea might have simply needed more time to ripen.
As for my werewolf hunt, there might be another problem. I’m a cat person.