*ponders*
I'm now wondering if I started the Framed!Werewolf story in the wrong place.
As I said in a comment to the lovely and effulgent sunnyd_lite, we're always telling new writers to "start where everything changes for your character."
Everything changes for Tim when he gets werewolf-ized, which happened about six months (I can tweak that and probably will, for the purposes of length and dramatic tension) before the events in my (putative) first scene. Lacey's death is the olive on top of the crap sandwich his life has turned into.
I need to start over, clearly. Who bit him, why, and how is he not dead? Who is Tim, what was his life like before he got wolferized, who are his friends, what does he do for fun? How is he reacting to the whole mess, and what does he do when it really goes pear-shaped for him? Because the answer to "what's the worst thing that can happen?" is "waking up next to the dead body of his girlfriend with her blood in his mouth and no memory of what happened." Her death is the building dropped on his head.
That right there, I think, is the story I need to be telling.
As I said in a comment to the lovely and effulgent sunnyd_lite, we're always telling new writers to "start where everything changes for your character."
Everything changes for Tim when he gets werewolf-ized, which happened about six months (I can tweak that and probably will, for the purposes of length and dramatic tension) before the events in my (putative) first scene. Lacey's death is the olive on top of the crap sandwich his life has turned into.
I need to start over, clearly. Who bit him, why, and how is he not dead? Who is Tim, what was his life like before he got wolferized, who are his friends, what does he do for fun? How is he reacting to the whole mess, and what does he do when it really goes pear-shaped for him? Because the answer to "what's the worst thing that can happen?" is "waking up next to the dead body of his girlfriend with her blood in his mouth and no memory of what happened." Her death is the building dropped on his head.
That right there, I think, is the story I need to be telling.