Virgin to the humour of my exploitable counter

Being a virgin to the humour of my exploitable counter-culture now gone mainstream, it’s in the unorthodox word choice, double barrelled, the second slug hitting the targeted reader as cynically ironic.  I maintain if written well enough any book-lover can plunge their sense organs into this hip-hop worldview of ours.  But right now, only remotely excited in humble wonder, I imagine what any potential publisher request be taken out, or expanded on, considering my agonizing over which portion of pages to submit.  So then, with the finish line in sight this possibility will be pre-empted.*

Somehow I've stayed close to a pen all through my misguided life, written chunky words, incalculable, in barren places, sometimes with nothing more than lonely pens and junk mail around, that's how this book was originally started, later, it took on a potential of its own.  Now with young daughter in mind, I've (in micro-chapter format) structured it into a ten year snapshot of the event-cluttered pathway of life for a handful of self-created passion-fuelled infatuation junkies - but the language of nature, mathematics, states that this path is predetermined? (Hmm)

    

Ugly Betty-laughing-to-the-gallows, Trading Places meets Bridget Jones meets Michael Clayton-style intro to corporate scandal with a case for theism, also depicting outwardly perceived dress down culture in some parts, I attempted to make my story first pick up on such common backdrops, only because stars in those kind of flicks were paid to serve a corp, of some sort, that is how they identified themselves.  But then, as I learned of and pondered the ever-more subtle duality fabric of things, including inferior/superior service, I forced these individuals to edge out a different way, culminating in rejection by firstly Omni (in an overseas fling with workmate Neon cut short by tragedy) but unlike other characters like vixen Vienna Vikingson, second to be rejected was the quest for that mighty “decapitated head” altogether, making this story desirable to many one would hope, but such tales of renunciation - thus the book genre - a mere fantasy?

Character Omni's first incident occurs via motorcycle (attacked by old Greek woman from the dry cleaners driving a Merc).  He goes to Harbourton, then to Metroaux to lick wounds and contemplate from his perspective, the future.  He's looked after by family and a select band of old friends all surprised to see him back, which in itself causes complications.  He must inwardly draw the anchor from the past in order to return south to Zone1 and continue marching - a wrongly-identified self-destruction if you will - but presently reacquainted back on that old canal hangout, his gang conduct juvenile affairs out of sheer ignorance and poor fund of knowledge, activities which Omni closes the curtain on after a specific incident where he (in the canal incident) still in a wheelchair with his friend pushing him, nearly drown sending him back to hospital, albeit briefly.

But first...

I open with 4 pages of Neon's assassination which was originally on P150+.  Only then do I unfold Omni's traffic accident in the political square mile and subsequent hospitalization.  There, on the ward, he’s slowly befriended by Nurse Seattle (who later leaves fiancé Adam, moves to Zone1 to stay with Evelyn in Hoeswater, joining the Temple of Ugly Girls!) and young radiographer Nivya.  He discharges himself (against Niv and Seattle's advice), taken by friend Mr Ebu Sanchoz to Harbourton (a coastal town near Satelliteton where Seattle lives); Wounds weeping she agrees cross professional/marriage lines to visit him. 

After Christmas in that fishing village, meeting beautiful character Ms Broadsheet (boho Bee) for one night only, a university chum of friends wife, he's then taken from Harbourton by that scroll-stashing hombre Mr Prime, wife Ujayi, and young godlings, northward, to Metroaux, where as mentioned he promptly falls in the canal (along with wheelchair and one of his drunk friends). 

Recovering with “radical” extended family up there, and from chair to crutches now, he decides to return to SE1 where new friend, radiographer Nivya, moves in upstairs at the going rates.  Weeks after, he's introduced to her big bro Nick at a bar.  Here he sees Neon (Niv's best friend) for the first time over at the afterwork drinks table.  And also this is where Omni is invited to Studentown for the day, by Nick (tipsy) and his wife Vienna (working late), incidentally offered a job at Gammatec, a division of Shadowless (which is what Nivya hoped would happen). 

Years-in and settled at Shadowless Towers (in Immortal Approachville), an oversees convention fling in Mumbai continues back home with by now, workmate Neon.  Great times in the Triangular Kilometres (“in the city”) are had when she, Niv, Omni and Quetzal (Neon and Niv's old school flame back in the country) have some hilarious happenings – one in particular (heavily described and true!) while leaving the cinema heading to their now shared flat.

But as mentioned Neon dies tragically and Vienna gets framed for her hit-and-run, after spending a night on the glitzy, penthouse echelon-lifestyle of inconceivably rich sexual conquistador, Shadowless/Gammatec overboss Mr Aum B. Rella.  Impressed by contract terms she's lured in after “detection and referral” by Shadowless drone scouts tracking her months earlier, watching her secure diversion funds from D-dorf company HQ, into new twig on the Tri Kilo tree, 731 Filter Systems - Over time, work rivalry causes heavily-documented rifts between her and Nick.  Vienna's transfer offer happens previous to being profiled for vixen-like qualities deemed appropriate for Mr Rella's side project.  Her calamity is poetic, expecting to be headhunted to one of his many tentacle-like subnanotech Shadowless industries, but instead framed only to acquire 731 Filter. 

The office politics I've created from P100+ (hopefully) simmers with what I can only describe as ‘intersexual feudal comedy’ where at 731, Vienna wants to, but cant sack office gossip Mary Quadra – receptionist and leader of the ‘watercooler gizzardheads’. 

In time 731 grows, and mid-story also, suspicious of infidelity Nick follows Vienna, just minuets behind, into Gammatec's poorly-lit car park (Neon's murder scene).  Thus forward Vienna's framed by Mr Rella's dirty-but-Shadowless hands in court and as a partial witness, Nick is summoned for cross examination along with Vee. 

Way before my chapter of Omni's experiencing of 911, and many months previous to Neon's murder, or Vee's capture and trial, while heading home Nick ponders his current situation, sitting outside the Herbal Cafeterium in W1: possible kids with not so keen Vee, and his inside trading with closest law-bending colleague Lanky Peter (the vaguely better looking twin), while protecting his new young protège Omni. 

Meanwhile...

One fine shopping day on the Southbank with Evelyn (typical grown out peroxide sunhat & summerdress – you know, that off duty TV exec look) - after leaving Adam (all-english sports lout with corresponding old-school opinions) Seattle bumps into temple leader Mother Laureate and sistren (Abigail, Volga and co) and subsequently joins them.  Now enjoying new life with new support group she calls Omni up, who explains the death of his ex-girl Neon.  Of course she's shocked.  They meet, talk, and the spark is reignited.  Together again, she explains her temples “beautifully ugly” philosophy, and at the weekly Covenant Gardens canvassing event Omni requests to speak to Mother Laureate sometime soon, wanting to know what's up with the “ugly girls” title.  Unbeknown to him, she “knew Omniversal would come”.  So, he joins, they alter the temple name - from ugly girls to “ugly people” - and (I think) spiritual thirst on the way to being fed through purifying activities and good association, Seattle and Omni live happily ever after?

Nick is long-estranged from Vienna by this point (remanded at Magicwands Woman's and shipped out after her life sentence). 

And post this juncture...

One night after work Nick and Omni eye-up the same jacket.  The following weekend Nick walks over to WC2 to get it first.  Feet rubbing, he gets a tube back home where he witnesses what looks like a lovers tiff.  Here, leaving the station, he bumps into older woman Janet when she (in a break-up similar to his and Vee's) intercepts a text and follows hubby onto a tube catching him with “the other woman”.  As the drama ensues she throws her wedding band at them, in front of the Bluecoats who turn up.  She holds a sit down protest until she's thrown off at Blood Diamond St Station, coincidentally the same stop as Nick!  Janet, mature but hot, (secondary headmistress and part time creative poetry teacher at night school from Cornershire) is distraught, stranded without purse or keys.  So as Nick steps out of the station, he notices her, and just has to inquire “Are you OK”? Still bewildered, she nearly feints.  He invites-then-escorts her to his swanky apartment complex above Blood Diamond where, while recovering, she uses his phone to call daughter Mischa (who takes ages to reach Zone1 but long enough for something elegantly sensual, regardless of age, to happen).  Hours later, escorted to the car, as a thank you for the hospitality including meal, Janet offers to cook dinner sometime.  'You have my number gimme a call, right now you got bigger fish to fry!' Says Nick, raised eyebrows, only half-joking, transmitted through his mini-smile, daughter Mischa looking puzzled by inappropriately long stares as they both drive off...

In later chapters, with Nick and Janet having such similar experiences, I think they lean on each other and (deserve to) live happily ever after? 

Transmutation, change, if detected, will be the layer-theme, like growing pains, well-detailed alongside all of my character's personal natures.  Omniversal is presently the most developed role but catching up rapidly, Seattle, Nick, Vienna, Neon, Lanky Peter or Nivya could be explored for the central role at any stage.

Because of its millennium chick-lit outlook therefore, characters intend to read as sleek, modern, all well, or even over-groomed (those on the snobby-income side of town anyway), with a texturizing sub-story of much deeper and urgent spiritual hankerings which all characters because of misconception, have no immunity from, most dramatically for of course, our highly driven Vienna, probably the most power-crazed character who refuses follow disenchanted Nick into parenthood, causing that seismic shift in their marriage – This blowout is previous to her final infidelity, with wicked but hard-bodied, Mr Rella. 

All characters effected by the structural pillars of this tale (but mainly Seattle and Omni) have a mental foot placed in two influencing worlds, material and spiritual.         

So in summary...

Upon discharging, going south, then north, then returning to his Zone1 flat in SE1, Omni goes with now flatmate (beautifully-transformed ex-teengoth Nivya from Radiography) for a drink, is introduced to big bro Nick, who digs Omni's energy and fudges paperwork securing Omni's first ever declarable job under the wing of Nick at their Majestic-yet-eerie place of employment dominating the Zone1 skyline. 

Shadowless Towers with its multifarious activities, is in Immortal Approachville, a dense district in the finance-based Tri-Kilo area, in east Zone1, (intentionally avoiding the word London or B'ham in the whole manuscript because I'm originally a Brummie!!) 

                   

           To quote myself “The kernel flowed but the rest was agony”.

                               

                               Signed

* Former rap-pugilist, so I speak slang, even to my momz, therefore the spellcheck was overruled a lot, or it just would’nt’ve sounded like me!  Only hope my letterplay isn’t intolerable to classically trained or extensively read, whose teachings on behalf of the hood-intelligentsia I cautiously dare to counter.