So far, I have received only perverse responses to my intruder project. Two from men who wanted me to tie them to doorknobs and houseplants and another only interested in watching me put on socks. Looks like I'm going to have to think up some alternatives. On the brighter side of things having to do with response, I have found an editor to polish up my novel. Yay for other eyes! Here I go taking a vulnerable step into the dark and dwindling world of publishing. It's a good thing there are still seedy bathroom walls to write on.