The plans are hardly written in stone, but I will be attempting a short story cycle focusing on a thirty-something man whose life has only gone progressively downhill as the years carry on. He just wants to live a normal life, despite his wife having left him years before and taking their daughter with her, as well as darker memories coming back to dance in his face. He doesn't ask for much, just privacy and quiet, but what one wants are almost never what one receives.
Oh, and I forgot to mention. He's a werewolf.