Manipulator Is My Middle Name
...and information is often manipulated.
Recorded conversation in the morning:
Gennita Low (in very sleepy voice): Do you mind? I'm late for work. I have to go to the suppliers to order shingles.
Voice (actually, me, but she thinks it's one of her muses): Perfect for a plot intervention.
Gennita: Quickly then, here's a red light. What is it?
Voice: Hawk's very hungry. Give him that hamburger you've been thinking about.
Gennita (pen in hand, writing on order form): And?
Voice (in my best smiling tone): That's it.
Gennita (frowning): That's it? That's supposed to move the plot forward?
Voice: Yes, hamburger with all the trappings, at a restaurant called The Last Resort. Cool, huh?
Gennita (sarcasm dripping): Oh, fucking cool. Hamburger. Ya. Just great.
Voice: The light's turned green. See ya.
She amuses me. Now she's going to the supplier and will mistakenly tell him she wants a hamburger to be stocked on the roof. Just wait and see. She's absent-minded like that. She thinks she's talking to her characters. Let them think they are channeling, I say. You now know the truth.
But hey, Hawk is naked and hungry and that's a good start to her next book, don't you agree?
By the way, Vivi Verreau said yes. Of course she did. But I have done some research behind her back...and I really wish I could be there when she finally meets all those sisters of Jazz's. And the brother, Zippy Zeringue isn't just a musician either. Delta Force, to be exact. Interesting how Jazz omitted that information about his bad boy brother.
What information have you been manipulating?