Vincent, darling, put down the bottle, I need some feedback on this before I forget.

If you were a shadowy corporation that is basically running an entire city according to its whims, and you implanted an electronic device in the majority of the population that could be used for mobile banking, accessing health records, and ID, why wouldn’t you also use it as a tracking device?

DUH.

Okay, so that means I have to edit the interrogation scene to note that there is damage to Jack’s “mark”, and that’s why her father couldn’t track her down when she went MIA. Also, I have to change her name from “Jessica” to “Jacqueline”. Don’t want to confuse the reader TOO much, right? Also-also, remind me to reconsider using Bishop as a first-person, present-tense stream-of-conscious POV for his introductory scene. IF I can get away with it, THEN we’ll know if the Calvino approach is plausible.

Whew! Okay, you can start drinking again. Thanks, Vincent. ^_^b

Dear Vincent,

Last night I dreamt that I half-woke from my dreams to sleepily fend off my cat, Shepard, whose claws were digging into my arm. I held his back feet with my hand and petted him to calm him down while he squirmed, but then I began to groggily piece together that I wasn’t in my own bed, and that I was visiting my father. And then I realized that the furry thing I was holding by the back legs wasn’t Shepard at all, but the rat that dad’s been complaining about in the basement. I thought, “Oh! Well, at least I caught him” and got up to take him outside, but when I got to the door of the room, I realized I was still in bed, and that I was so tired that I only DREAMT of getting out of bed. Then I couldn’t find the rat. Then I woke up, and wasn’t certain whether I was awake or asleep.

It was a very “meta” night. I feel positively inundated with po-mo.