Virgin Post

It's been about a year or two since I had the initial idea. The main character was the sweet, sullen, spineless Blake Bishop, who has since been relegated to minor character duty, and he did not at that time have a boyfriend or any real substance. The constant runaway Faith's name was still the Impresaria, and the story had no parahumans, policing or otherwise, and was set in modern times. Some things haven't changed, though. Calliope is still a sadistic bitch who almost never shows mercy or sympathy, even to her own brother, and drunken wanderer Jack is still in love with Roza, even though he shouldn't be, only now he's Saint Jack, forgiver and forgetter extraordinaire. And the typewriter is still there, of course.

I've started the novel from the beginning again, and right now I have 4,903 words only, with Calliope Bishop as the main character and set in 2054 AD. She's a junior parahuman police officer, age eighteen instead of nineteen. Her partner is Izumi Niigaki, who was deported from Osaka, Japan for accidentally sexually harassing the vacationing imperial princess telepathically. Calliope gets sent a mysterious package with no return address containing an ivory typewriter with the power to rewrite the code of reality. There will be eldritch horror creatures wreaking destruction upon Canada, show tune-singing zombies in towns that appear overnight, amnesiac necromancers bent on world domination due to boredom (you can only woe-is-me over not remembering stuff for so long, after all), evil twin zombie hunters, and a fearsome parahuman-murdering thief nicknamed Farmer Jane for the disturbing pictures she leaves behind at crime scenes - and who is after Calliope's typewriter. It's going to be a YA fantasy book, and it's also going to be called "The Ivory Typewriter" unless a miracle happens and I come up with a new name for it. This blog will be detailing, for my vanity and reference, everything that goes right or wrong with this novel. I'll even try to list a playlist. But not in this post.