My agent calls to tell me, not for the first time, that my new novel is timely. My understanding is that it’s in the headlines. Headlines? Can this be true? Dear God, I think as I turn off the shower. Has my fiction turned into fact-checked truth? Has a flesh-and-blood Australian woman hacked into the Aussie prison system and sprung all the doors? Has her malware really leaked into U.S. jails and CIA black sites all over the world? I am sorry that the woman faces extradition and the death penalty, but I love to hear my agent so excited.
On the front page I learn that millions of credit card numbers have been stolen. But there is not one mention of my name. It is not even 9 a.m. and I am depressed.