Between work, feeling like crap from some cold, work Xmas parties and Christmas baking (later today) my word count since the first of December has been ~5K. I am now on plot point 7 or 20 and a few hundred words away from 20K into the story so things are shaping up rather solidly. This story will lead into a direct sequel, though I may hold off on writing it to give myself a small break from the setting and give thought to other sequels set after a small time-jump. Mostly because it occurred to me that a lot of urban fantasy uses the occult detective theme, but very few show the character in the process of becoming that.
Which seemed suited to YA, as a platform at least. Both Wray and Bryce get to grow over the course of the two novels and then I work out the ones after that. As the second novel is going to involve preventing the end of the world, the novels after it will not up the ante. You've saved the world, and then someone asks you to deal with some sheep being killed on a farm, say, and how you cope with that shift, and how one makes small things matter again, will be fun to explore.
Also, at one point down the line, Wray is going to put 'saved the world' on a resume when applying to work at a McJob.
On a deeper level, I've been working on urban fantasy stories for some years now, shifting characters and situations around and trying to find an idea that grabs and holds me. I make no guarantees that this will be it, or that I won't shift between this story and others, but lately every novel I have worked on ends up with plots whispering, in a chorus not at all greek, 'sequels, stupid!' in the back of my head.
I have no idea if this will be that story, or just a flavour of X month/year in my head, but we shall see. It has more potential than some, since I'm starting the characters -- and reader -- off at ground floor, rather than the usual 'established characters, A, B, C major backstory events that will be Important umpteen novels down the line' that tends to be more common. Not that I dislike that: I've used it often enough, and I think it works for what it does. I just wanted to try a different tack and see if it held together better.
We shall see :)
Excerpt from Yesterday:
And it all made Hamish that much harder to stomach. I didn't want to
hate him, but I was learning that it was really hard not to hate
someone when they hated you in turn. Especially not when the part of
me that looked in the mirror at the ghoul that stared back agreed
with him in some small way. What better response to a monster than
hate? So, to drown out all of that, I walked slowly and tried on
mantras, like: 'It's not me, it's you' and 'I may be a monster, but
it's not all I am'. It probably didn't help, but it also didn't hurt.