Overly Inspired.

I had one, and only one, goal for today: to rework the opening scene of my YA novel (working title: The House of Doors). That was my plan. And I did make a little progress, I guess. But. See. Here's what I've really been thinking about:

My friend Melissa insisted that I watch Married to The Eiffel Tower, a documentary about Objectum-Sexuality (I posted it over at URFCKD, if you want to watch it). And instead of thinking about how a secretive and snarky thirteen year old girl would react to this and that, I've been thinking about a short story about an OS, who is in a long-term committed relationship with a particular staircase or something, who (in a moment of weakness) has a one night stand with a foot long double-ended dildo. The OS accidentally falls in love with the dildo, and struggles with the complications of loving (the equivalent of) a hooker or a porn star, as well as the crippling guilt of adultery.

In case you were wondering, shifting gears from one story to the other is not an easy task...

In other news, I've been feeling a strong compulsion to start crafting life-sized, soft-bodied dolls with paper mache heads and limbs. They would, of course, look like me. Sort of as totally tactile/posable self-portraits. I imagine this urge will pass, but if it doesn't, I'll keep you posted.

(And speaking of things Melissa has clued me in on: I was organizing my inbox and found a link to this article she sent me a while ago. I remember thinking it was amusing enough then, but now I can totally relate to it...)