Today I have a special guest joining PRA; the fantastic author of Hunting Human, Amanda E. Alvarez! You can catch my 4 Lovey review on the novel here. A big thank you to Amanda for taking the time to stop by, I hope that you enjoy her post lovelies!
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So I stepped back. I took classes. I found a writer’s group. I looked at the characters differently. I looked at the story differently. And ultimately, I boiled everything down to one single question: what story did I really want to tell. It wasn’t a story about werewolves. Not really. The story I wanted to tell was a story about people. One in particular: Beth. I’ll admit that I loved paranormal romance novels. I loved the idea of hidden worlds and exceptional people. Abilities have always fascinated me, so it didn’t surprise me that I wanted to write a book about them. What did surprise me was how I wanted to approach that story. At the time, I remember thinking that most of the paranormal romances I’d read dealt with characters that either had lived with the paranormal their entire lives or were introduced to it by someone they trusted; someone who could answer their questions and guide them through it. This lead me to the single most important question that ever occurred to me when writing Hunting Human: What would happen if someone completely ordinary, someone like you or I, was violently introduced to the paranormal world with no help, no guide, no nothing? That story interested me. That was the one I wanted to explore.
So I stepped back again, I looked at Beth and Braden and the story I was working on and bent and shaped and morphed it until it laid out the journey I wanted my characters – particularly Beth – to take. I didn’t pull punches in Hunting Human. I dropped Beth into a nasty situation, one she doesn’t understand and one she can’t control. Then I made it worse. I snatched away her best friend. I took away her understanding of the world and of her place in it. I made her deal with being a werewolf for years, on her own and without any help. It’s painful and scary and isolating. And when I finally let her turn the corner, take her first steps into the future I yanked the rug out from under her again. I made her face her worst fears, both in the man she loved and in the enemy she loathed. And in herself. Because at the end of the day, the question I set out to answer was a human one. What would Beth do? What would I do? What would you do? What would anyone do when confronted with something so dark, twisted and terrifying and then woke up to realize the nightmare was never going to be over? I hope the answer is survive. Survive and hang on, tooth and nail, until life settles and living can begin again. Beth’s road wasn’t easy. And she doesn’t make perfect decisions. But she doesn’t quit, she puts one foot in front of the other and keeps going. And though her journey is ugly, imperfect and paranormal, it is a human journey. One of acceptance and forgiveness and love. And that story was the result of years of thought. Years of wondering ‘what would an average person do?’
Amanda was born and raised in Texas - and due to an unfortunate three year stint in Michigan - doesn't plan to ever live anywhere where flip-flops and sweatshirts don't constitute winter attire. Often audacious and adventurous, she tends to find herself in a slew of dangerous (and hilarious!) predicaments (law school and fighting raccoons in dumpsters) and thankfully has many friends ready to lend aid (while they laugh.)
When not lawyering, writing, or thinking about going to the gym Amanda is often caught sampling local cupcake offerings and planning to someday co-open an evil bakery and sell dastardly desserts. She currently lives in Dallas, Texas with one regular-sized cat and one jumbo-sized cat, and can be seen writing in public places frequented by hot guys (strictly for research purposes, of course!) with her friends and fellow writers Killer-Cupcake and Pantherista (names omitted to protect the not-so-innocent).
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