To Do: Buy Dream Journal
UGH! I had a dream that was so engrossing, so compelling, so alarming, and, also, so COMPLETELY realized in its plot, pacing, and impact that I woke up from it energized for 20 minutes thinking about the novel I was going to write based on it. And then? I fell back asleep. Without writing down the outline of it to jog my memory in the morning. Do you know what I remember about it now?
One group of women gains a measure of power (though it’s merely an illusion) by turning a blind eye to (and even participating in) the oppression of another group of women.
Sound a touch familiar? It’s basically a critical and fascinating aspect in The Handmaid’s Tale, so, you know, already a thing that exists. Sure, my dream focused more fully on it, and the narrative explored some of the nooks and crannies that I’ve been obsessing over since I watched the series on Hulu (which teased it out more than the book) and have ruminated on the nuances of how women are coming to terms with #MeToo and how to support each other in how we’re all experiencing the movement. But. I. Can’t. Remember. The. Details!!!
It would definitely have been a smashing success. [Ed. Note: She dreams of the most ridiculous shit, you guys. It would have been a flop.]
To Do: Invent Something
Anna and I have these little brainstorms from time to time where we just spitball inventions. The other day we landed on two. She started things off by saying that there should be a Make-Up-Brush-Claw-A-Go-Go. (The name is mine. Patent pending.) This MUBCAGG encompasses multiple brushes so you aren’t constantly losing them. This from the kid who doesn’t use them. But, ok. Anyway, I upgraded the idea by saying it should be more of a Make-Up-Brush-Pocket-Knife-A-Go-Go. (Patent also pending.) That way you don’t stick one make-up brush in your eye while using one of the others. Also? Way more bad-ass. Also also, much more compact. It’s just good business, people.
On to my invention which was…
This is big, people…
EDIBLE CARDS!! OK, I hate clutter. I really really do. With every fibre of my being. Wait. Fiber. Um, focus, Steph. Anyway, as I was saying, I hate clutter. And cards instantly become clutter after they have been read. However, I’m also sentimental. So, I have to keep the card. Because I can’t make these two parts of my personality agree to throw away the card, so the sentimental part wins. Now…how about a card that’s made of delicious chocolate? Right?? You can purchase it with some clever little event-appropriate message, sign your name in edible ink, and you’ve got yourself a delightful notkeepsake anyone would love to receive! WHO’S WITH ME??
To Do: Copyright Bumper Sticker
So, I was driving along, giving another well-received car concert when I noticed in my rearview mirror that the truck behind me was so close to my rear bumper that I couldn’t see the headlights. “Why, hello, sir. Your truck appears to be performing a rectal exam on Sebastian. [Ed. Note: Her car. Yeah, she named it.] However, I believe that’s an unnecessary procedure for automobiles. Thoughts?” I was instantly inspired and this bumper sticker quote came to me.
Any closer to Sebastian’s ass, you’ll need to chip in for gas.
Now, clearly, that is not going to work. It’s got a very specific audience, and I’m not a bumper sticker person. So, I’m still doing some tweaking, and I expect to get this baby into production sometime soon. Be on the lookout.
If you stuck with me for the entirety of this blog post, I think you’ll agree that there’s a reason posting’s been a little light lately. Sadly, I’m committed to posting more frequently. You’ve been warned.