To my readers:
The characters in Wolf At The Door have been trapped in my head for years, poor bums. When I wrote my first single-title werewolf novel, Derik's Bane, I had no idea readers would be so intrigued by the idea of werewolves living on Cape Cod, and would want to read more about them. I was intrigued, sure, but that was because I was putting my husband through Harvard with a series of wretched temp jobs, and for the first time in my life was living 1500 miles away from my family.
Massachusetts was an eye-opener for a former Midwestern trailer-park inhabitant. Noisy, fast, fuming, and noisy. For some reason, nearly everyone I talked to out there seemed to be furious with me. I found this puzzling, since usually people needed to be with me for at least half an hour before the Hulk rage overwhelmed them. So surrounded by awesome food, gorgeous beaches, and people I didn't know who were super-pissed at me. I started wondering why: something in the water? Something in the subway?
Something in their…nature? Their genetics? (I actually heard the light bulb blink to life over my head: ding!). Thus, I got the idea that werewolves lurked among us, werewolves who were always fighting their natures and trying to hide in plain sight. Werewolves who would lash out when the stress got to them. And a ton of them lived on the Cape.
So Derik's Bane was born, and it was such fun. By the time I sat down to write Chapter One, I'd come to love the Cape's beauty, the friendly and straightforward people, the truly awful driving that gave me a new appreciation for life every time I returned safely from the grocery store…and don't start with the stereotypes. True to my frivolous and contrary nature, I cried when it was time to move to Boston, and I cried when it was time to move back to Minnesota. In five years, I'd embraced and admired a part of the country that was wholly different from anything I'd experienced the first twenty years of my life. All this to say, I was homesick and confused when I wrote Derik's Bane, and writing that book helped me get over myself and appreciate where I was.
Fast forward a few years, I asked my editor if I could write another single-title about the Wyndham werewolves, since readers had been asking for that book for years. She agreed at once, and I got to work. And though most of Wolf at the Door takes place in Minnesota, the few bits in Boston reminded me how afraid I'd been to move there, and what I dumbass I'd been to be afraid, and how much I wanted to see the area again.
So I finished the book, talked to my hubby/writing partner (we co-write the "Jennifer Scales" series), and as it turned out, this year we'll be having Thanksgiving on the Cape. What can I say? It's gorgeous out there, and the people are great. Anyone who says different is an idiot. A blonde, six-foot tall idiot.
Ah! One more thing, a timeline issue. The events in Wolf at the Door take place after Undead and Unstable, which will be out in June 2012. So, yes, this book comes out with information that won't be explained for eight months. This is on purpose. Please bear with me. I really do have a plan, and it's one not fueled by booze smoothies, so I think it'll work. Don't be scared. It's not like I'm asking you to leave your friends and family and move across the country. That'd be insane.
So that's the scoop, and I thank you kindly for your attention. But I'm closing the laptop now…gotta go pahk my cah. Did you know, you can actually get your point across more quickly if you omit needless consonants?
St. Paul, MN
(formerly Boston MA)