Yet another idea stolen…grrr!
Do you ever have those moments of total paranoia? The kind where you’re sure everyone else has telepathy but you, and you just know they’re laughing at you and pitying you? Or where you finally settle down to sleep for the night and then all the dogs in the neighborhood start barking, very loudly, for a long, long time, and you’re sure that Someone Is Out To Get You?
You don’t?
Oh.
It’s just me, then?
Oh.
Well, yeah, sure, I knew that all along; I was just joshin’ witya, y’know?
Ahem.
Anyway, one of my ongoing paranoiac sureties in life is that when I have a Great Idea, somehow or other I am really subconsciously broadcasting it nonstop over the Jungian undermind. That’s why, when I started plotting a really way kewl science-fiction-y novel based on the idea of a previously unknown disease spreading like wildfire through the industrialized modern world, bringing it to its knees, six months later that very same novel came out and raced up to the top of the New York Times bestseller list. And my idea for a totally useful and helpful device for the kitchen (which I can’t remember now), which showed up at our local fancy kitchen store six months later…
Well, now it’s time for yet another one of my ideas–my abso-damn-lutely fine ideas–to be stolen by someone else via that pesky Jungian overmind. Or undermind. Or whatever it is.
For years, I’ve had a fantasy of owning a store, a very specialized sort of store. One with one large room separated into four bays. Targets at one end. A table or rack at the other end, laden with cheap old dishes, china, and crockery purchased at the local Goodwill or Salvation Army. One with an entrance at which I would stand by the cash register, ready to take money and hand out safety goggles and industrial-strength earmuffs to deaden the noise and direct the customers to one of the four bays. My customers would be able to pay me…oh, I dunno, say $20?…and then spend the next half-hour enthusiastically working off all their angst and fury by throwing the dishes as hard as they could at the target at the other end of their selected bay.
I thought it was a winner.
Well, so did Sarah Lavely.
Ooooooh! I so know she’s just been dipping into that under/overmind, looking for the Right Idea, and my idea was floating around there and she found it and she stole it, dammit!
Grrrr.
One of these days…one of these days, I’ll actually use one of my very own ideas, and be rich, I tell you, rich!
Bwahahaha!
(OmegaMom shuffles off into the distance with an Igor-like crouch, rubbing her hands and cackling about how she’ll take care of those people who steal all her ideas, yes she will.)
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