wholely holistic

Bart stared at him, waiting. “What are you gonna do?” she asked finally.

“I—are you—” Ken tilted his head, raising his eyebrows warily.

"Okay— I thought you said this was a fish market.”

“I mean, I also told you it was a tourist trap."

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“But I mean— surely the best way to hide is in plain sight, Todd—why would I go out of my way to introduce us if we weren’t allowed to be here?”

“Okay, well—” Todd sighed, face falling into a minor mask of alarmed worry. “Best case scenario, we’ve probably got about 10 whole minutes now before somebody figures it out and comes after us—”

“Then let’s make bloody good use of them.” Dirk picked up his pace.

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Farah and Eddie do some eavesdropping. Dirk and Todd do some no-truthing and some fleeing.

“Todd,” Dirk whispered, leaning in close over his shoulder as they turned to climb the wide black staircase. “I’m not sure these are the good guys that have hired us.”

“Yeah, no, that’s… pretty clear, I think.” Todd raised his eyebrows as they traded a slow glance.

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“Look, I think this is a bad idea, for the record.” “You’ve got that on the record already, dude,” Amanda sighed. “Multiple times now. Pick a race. I’m gonna keep bugging you until you do.” “I don’t doubt that,” he muttered darkly. He shook his head as he fished into his pocket. “Fine."

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The Rowdy van gains a passenger. Daniel does a thing. Priest's crew hits a (literal) roadblock.

"Anyway—my friend who got a copy said there was a long note with it. Kid said he’d been transferred to a paper-pusher role after he got caught in the middle of some kind of… mess, at a black ops facility in Nevada.”

Eddie stared at her pointedly. “Right around the time Blackwing went totally dark at the end of your crew’s, uh… Montana… adventure? Something about… medieval knights, showing up in the hallway.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to react. “And, uh. A… woman, turning into a motorcycle? In front of him?”

He paused for another moment, increasingly concerned as she gazed evenly back, expression unchanged.

She finally raised one eyebrow and shrugged lightly. “So what was in the files,” she asked, nodding at the folder in his hand.

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A jewelry heist, and a radioactive FBI lead gone cold; a baffling art-death, an underwater construction site, and a kidnapped woman with secrets of her own—everything is connected, of course, when Dirk Gently's on the case.

Five months after Bergsberg, the Holistic Detective Agency is finding a groove, and Dirk is maybe—just maybe—starting to trust a good thing to last. But a bout of cat-subsidized tranquility draws to a close when Dirk and Todd run across an impossibly-severed head on a rare day off. Unbeknownst to the Agency, the ever-accumulating Rowdy 3, or even the enthusiastic new leadership at Blackwing, a decades-old play for control is poised to ripple across a fractious, fractured, and fractal Universe. Survival will mean holding true to oneself, even in the face of friends and family—whether given, chosen, or fatalistically entwined.

Oh my gosh. I’M SO STOKED to finally be posting this!

In the deep pre-vaccine Quarantine Times of Jan. 2021, a roommate's whim introduced me to Dirk Gently -- and it utterly hijacked my brain. Something about the BBCA show's elegant, fun, and brutally chaotic Universe resonated with me in a way I couldn't let go of, even upon finding out there would be no Season 3.

I've written both professionally and for fun over the years, but never read or written fanfic before. Suddenly, however, I was scouring the Internet for it. I wanted to know how chaos theory linked to 'causal roles', how other Blackwing projects had fared, and how relationships and power dynamics might evolve among this mess of wonderful but deeply flawed characters trying to find their way in a world not built for them.

When I couldn't find anything that hit the scope and scale I wanted, my brain started sketching it out automatically. It turned into an absolutely <em>massive</em> passion project over the last year, and easily the most fun I've ever had as a writer.

I've finally begun posting the early chapters of what's become a (long!) novel-length story, covering about week's time with a similar level of scene-granularity to what a TV season might have shown. The story picks up many of the ideas and foreshadowed developments left hanging at the end of Season 2, and explores them within a new tangle of a case full of old and new faces. It's 100% outlined, about 70% drafted, and a little more than ~40% beta'd; I'm now polishing and posting the early chapters so I don't let myself just keep editing the beginning forever instead of actually finishing the tricky later sections.