Tomorrow I’m going back undercover to do some more hands-on research for my dystopian speculative fiction novel.
I’m currently working in a call center, pretending to be one with the corporate hive mind.
I have integrated myself well.
I am using a picture of my dog as a screen saver:
I have posted several ironic Dilbert strips in my cubicle. I have strewn stress relief toys across the surface of my desk. I even sprinkled pop tart crumbs into my keyboard.
My cover is secure. They truly believe I am one of them.
I have gained almost enough experience and weight these past four years to give my novel the gritty real-world feel that has made books like “1984”, “The Handmaid’s Tale”, “Jennifer Government“, and “Wool” so popular.
The name of my work-in-progress is:
“I AM NOT FOND OF MONDAY”