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About today’s guest: Teresa D’Amario
Teresa was born in Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Viet Nam war. She spent her childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up overseas in Germany where she graduated high school six months early. Her writing career began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly articles for the weekly base paper. Now she writes sexy shifter novels.
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When I first considered writing about Shapeshifters, I swore I’d never write wolves. Why? Because everyone writes about wolves. I wanted to write about the Big Cats. But my best friend kept telling me no. Do what I know. I know wolves, and was always giving her advice on her short stories. They should be my first choice, not my last.
“Nope”, I said. “I refuse. I don’t want to get lost in the shuffle.”
But it was not to be. They say the mind is much more complicated than we believe, and no matter what your decision, it sometimes decides what’s best without your input. You see, for me, writing about wolves would be like writing about a true love. I have researched canine and Lupine behavior for fun for more than 20 years. It isn’t that I chose to write, then it became an obsession. No, animals have always been an obsession for me. Dogs and wolves were at the top of that list. I’d worked at training dogs for obedience competitions, and then later other varieties of performances, so I understood how the basic canine brain worked. The possessiveness, the natural instincts, the variety of “breeds” and how each was different. While the domesticated dog could be controlled, his wolf cousin was a bit more unpredictable. There were fewer breeds, yet more individualistic behavior.
So one night, I’m lying in bed, thinking. This is my best time for me to plot, just before I go to sleep. It’s what I’ve done since I was five years old. Plotting and visualizing a story helps me relax and doze off.
Anna came to me the instant I opened my mind, in a whirl of frustration and noise. She was in a bar, you see, and hated the smoke and the loud music. She was there to help celebrate a friend’s “turning of age”, not something she’d do normally. So when she stormed out into the night, relief washes the smoke and sounds right out of her. Peace. At last.
But danger lurked in that place. Sounds and movement surrounded her, threatening her. Hands grabbed her. Or were they paws?
Then came Kieran. In an instant I knew he was a wolf. Damn it! I said no wolves. He merely looked at me with that intense gaze of his, and as clear as day I heard “Tough shit, deal with it.” Wo!! Okay!
So a week later, I’m telling this story to the owner of the local book store how they came to me, and insisted I write about them. A woman is eavesdropping, then shakes her head. “Why don’t you just make him someone else?” I look at Lori, she looks at me, and I can’t help it. I break out laughing. She turns to her customer and says, “No, it doesn’t work like that. An author goes with what comes to their head. Most can’t control it, it just happens.”
At times, I feel like I have come home. Putting my own spin wasn’t as difficult as I’d expected. My heroine helped me build my world probably more than my hero did. Other times, I find them the truly confusing, private creatures they are, hiding the best of a story right under my nose until I prove my worth.
So now I write the wolves, filled with true wolf behavior. From that sudden sniff of danger, to the rumble of appreciation. From knowledge about how scenting works to the instincts which drive them to mate. And to protect that mate.
Wolves have been feared all their lives, killed by hunters and terror driven families alike. Every continent, every nationality has it’s stories of wolves and werewolves. But it’s not the full story at all. Wolves are not only fearsome creatures. Yes, they have powerful instincts which drive them. Willing to kill and be killed for the ones they love. They have a tender side, driven to provide for their young. There’s no child abuse in the wolf society. All love and care for the babies.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s a tough world for these creatures, both real and fictional. The females admire strength and prowess. The males want a female able to withstand the rigors of living on the edge of a world who despises them.
Why do I write about wolves/werewolves? To show we can all be our own person, and yet still be loved. To show the beauty of an animal on the brink of extinction. To show the reader true romance. And because I love the sleek, sensual nature of the powerful beast.