Monday: I hated the vid-squatters. The ones on Third Ave were the worst - so obnoxious about trying to grab eye-time. I almost kept on walking to Fourth even though that would make me late for work - again. Then I thought, hey, it's my city, too. Besides, it's not like I'm some total rube who'd gawp at a screen long enough for the retinal scanners to lock on and start billing me.
I strode along the first two blocks like I was working a catwalk. Most of the squatters were flashing porn, as usual. That stuff might work on the teenage boys, but it was so much static to a visually sophisticated urban female professional such as moi. One creepier than usual guy was running vids of kittens playing in tall grass. I rolled my eyes at him as I walked by. As if I'd be caught staring at View-zak.
I'm still not sure exactly what's going on though. Are they watching it like one can watch tv from a store window?
I dont get a good visual of what viddies look like and how they work - or if it is just new slang describing tech we are familiar with.
However I'm wondering what the actual story is - so far there's nothing to indicate this day is different from any other, and this is almost 25% of your total word-count.
I would read on, however, since it's such a short piece.
I am working on the balance between her explaining more about the vid-squatters and not verging into info-dump territory. The first draft I did had her thinking a lot more about the process and it just seemed forced to me. I've possibly pushed it a bit too far the other way in this revision. Have to think on that a bit.
I emailed out a copy of the whole story to those who asked. I appreciate it!
- Mark
I'll give this a go, if'n you still need some fresh eyes. I bet I can get it done before they start billin me!