I’ve decided to break out of my comfort zone and go against my own “writing rules” to share with you what I’ve been working on. I’ve been trying to beat out my second revision of my novel A Mouth Full of Teeth, and it’s kicking my butt. I thought being a NaNo Rebel and dedicating my 50 thousand words to my revision process would help, but that’s mopping the floor with my butt.
So, in hopes of really igniting a flame under said butt, I am posting my Work In Progress (WIP) here with no apologies! I’d love it if you’d give it a read and tell me what you think. I honestly have no idea if I’m on the right track or if I’ve strayed too far away.
This is the link to my first revision of chapter one of A Mouth Full of Teeth.
I welcome, encourage and applaud any and all feedback!
I was growing increasingly irritated by the Frenchman that had been hitting on me for the last twenty minutes. I crossed my arms and stared straight ahead, doing my best to ignore his drunken ramblings. I hoped Jackson wouldn’t be much longer. I didn’t know how much more of this I could handle.
Just ignore him and he’ll go away, I told myself. That’s what I was supposed to do. Don’t make a scene. Act normal.
But I wasn’t normal.
What I wanted to do was grab him by the face and smash his head into the brick wall behind us. Maybe growl something threatening in French and watch him scamper away from me. Instead I had to stand watch outside of this morgue, while my partner did the real work inside.
Frenchie’s come-ons were getting more and more graphic, and I was getting more and more angry.
“Hey, beautiful, come along with me and I’ll show you a night you’ll never forget, eh? Come on, gorgeous, have a look at this.”
He grinned wildly, showing off a missing tooth on his bottom right, and began to unzip his pants.
I stared up at the reddish night sky. This couldn’t be happening to me. And seriously, did he think that would work?
“What do you think of that, eh?” He shouted.
I kept my gaze on the sky.
“How about a little taste?”
Please go away, I thought. Don’t make me hurt you.
“Hey, you hear me? Look at me when I speak to you.”
He grabbed my wrist.
I turned on instinct and broke his grip with a snap of my wrist. I clutched his forearm and smashed my left fist into his nose. Then, I grabbed behind his head and pulled him in for a knee to his belly and a second knee to his crotch. I took hold of his shirt once more as he fell, and threw my fist into his face as hard as I could. He spun completely around before falling flat against the pavement.
No, I wasn’t normal. Not even human. I was a werewolf. The only female of my kind.