Apparently I really have a beef with Tuesday as a day between not!Writing and the old(?) start of my OG novel. Now I wrote all 50K of this during November, so I remember very little of it, but lol. Sorry Tuesdays?
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Jules refused to die on a Tuesday. That would just be embarrassing.
Tuesday were nothing days. Monday had the dubious honor of starting the week. Wednesday marked the middle for the 9-5ers (not that he had ever been one). By Thursday, Friday and the weekend days were close enough to brush fingertips. Friday was glorious, Saturday was better, and Sunday was the perfect day for a nice, long nap. But Tuesday? Fucking worthless.
He refused to die on a Tuesday.
That’s what he told himself at least.
His feet slipped on the damp pavement as he careened around the corner- palm scraping against the rough edges of the brick building that his fingertips scrambled on to help him turn the corner. He had to get away— to run— to avoid it. He wasn’t even sure what it was, he just knew that he couldn’t be there in the space that it was trying to occupy.
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I’m sort of limping along line a wounded dog with life and health at the moment, but have the finished* line art of the boys. I also refined the summary a bit. All still a WIP.
They Too Have Teeth
Despite Jules' best effort to leave magic in his past, it wasn't as willing to let him go. One damp night at a bus stop, it came back with warnings in neon signs, an Archivist from a secret order, and far, far too many teeth. Now Jules has to face what he'd been running from in order to save the only family he has. Aden, on his first proper mission from the Archives, is just trying to keep the idiot alive.
And have an excerpt under the cut:
Jules dragged himself out of bed with a grimace as the sheets stuck to his sweaty skin. He moved over to the window, hoping to cool off. The little AC unit under it hummed away merrily, not seeming concerned that it wasn’t up to cooling the room or making any impact on the sticky humidity of the early morning. If it could even be called morning. It was still desperately dark out.
The curtain fluttered in the AC’s breeze as the fan made its pass back up. The yellow, gossamer fabric that did very little to hide the slit left by the off-white blackout curtains behind them and Jules could easily see the neon sign of the motel through the gap. It glowed merrily in the still black morning. The red of ‘VACANCY’ seemed all the more luminescent for the faint fog in the air.
No, the sign was set to ‘NO VACANCY’. The bright ‘NO’ glowed merrily along with ‘VACANCY’. Had it always been that way? Or had someone just checked in this late? (Early? Whatever it was.)
Jules groaned softly, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to clear the lingering sleep and terror from them. Don’t think about it. Don’t focus on the dreams. Don’t let them come for you. His one hand dropped to slide down the back of his neck, rubbing at the tense knot of muscles there as he stared back out of the window.
‘NO SAFETY’
Fuck.
The sign definitely read ‘NO SAFETY’ now. For the second time in that early hour of the day Jules’ breath caught in his throat. The sign was changing. He scanned his gaze over the mammoth metal and glass, but the rest was normal for the moment: white neon cheerfully declaring the Oak Woods Motel and accented with a red leaf. Just that it also still brightly declared ‘NO SAFETY’.
It had been a long time since he’d seen things in signs; since he left Aggy’s diner and the glowing neon there. Despite the years it had been, he wasn’t dumb enough to ignore a literal sign like that.
So my dear friend Eliot and I have made a pact: we have a year to get the first drafts of our original novels written.
Which we feel is pretty generous! We're fast writers both, but my OG work is hard (so much second guessing), so deadlines! (Yes, I've made a spreadsheet.)
@eliotadrift is working on a mlm romance novel between an idealistic new bee keeper and the jaded man who's family has been keeping bees and farming in the area for generations. Can they find love while one has to face reality and the other works to not be pulled down by it?
And I am working on a mlm 'New Weird' novel:
The neon signs are spelling out dire warnings to Jules. The creatures with too many teeth are circling. The Man in the Suit is watching. And the Archivist sent to investigate is trying desperately to keep Jules alive. He's not sure he can.
Be sure to also follow Eliot if their novel interests you (I assure you they're a phenomenal writer) and I hope you all enjoy what I share of mine (They Too Have Teeth) here! If you like my dp x dc fics, this should be right up your alley!
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I still haven’t really finished the cover, I need to work the lighting more, but I uploaded it for a little serotonin boost. This mid month slump is hitting me hard with everything else.
