If I could describe it in one sentence:
Detectives Stan and Justin investigate the death of Sagacity Budaphace, the Chief's transgender daughter found dead after a unicycle accident, uncovering a web of family secrets, political pressure, and suspicious deaths that ultimately force the case closed despite evidence pointing to a conspiracy involving cloning and a powerful tribal elite.
But if you need more, here is one paragraph:
Book 1 follows detectives Stan and Justin as they investigate the apparent accidental death of Sagacity Budaphace, pulled from a river after a unicycle incident involving two riders. The investigation reveals Sagacity was a transgender man forced to present as female by his powerful family, recently connected with his half-sister Bifora (wife of tech businessman The Senator) who helped him plan an escape to Paris after funding his top surgery. As they uncover that Sagacity was engaged to Prince Maurice in a politically crucial marriage and that the Rez is under heavy surveillance by The Senator's tech company, key witnesses begin recanting and turning up dead, including the transgender valet Eric and an attendant. Under intense pressure from the tribal council and Tannin (Sagacity's controlling fiancé), the case is transferred to tribal police who rule it an accident and close the investigation, while Bifora remains missing and the wedding proceeds with a bride whose eyes suggest something is terribly wrong—possibly a clone—as the real Bifora watches from Paris.
Either way, this is what I'm working on this quarter. I really want to tell the full story by the end of the year.
I was working with Claude to compile my thoughts and the story as it stands, and I made it cuss. Has that happened to you? I've made it gasp in the past, but Claude has never cussed at me until now.
I'm truly excited about this story because it's something I would want to read. It took me a few weeks to get it there. I had a complete story from 2011 that was done—well, written—but I never fully edited it. I tried touching it up, but it didn't sing to me, so I've ignored it ever since. Why? Because it was too big and too long for me to see clearly.
But I've learned: how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.
With AI's help, I can use it for editing—spelling, tenses, and all that editing stuff I can't do. I can write. I can create. I just can't make it legible. I'm useless in that lane. Ugh.
