Writing

Well, NaNo was a bust, again. At this point, I'll do anything to keep myself from falling away from writing. I'm writing anything. Poetry, blogs, my novels, scripts... Anything to give me a literary kickstart. I just wish I had time to do some serious writing. But, with the holidays, there's just so much to do and so few hours in the day.

A concept...

I meant to post sooner. But NaNo caught up to me and I've been chasing the word count snipe for days. 

Before that, I was hit with an idea. It might have died away to being another silly dream of mine, if not for this whole Lime Crime fiasco (if you don't know what it is, Google it, it's a good read). 

It started with Dia de los Muertos, November 1st, "Goth Christmas", cats and kittens. Apparently, all the other size 11-shoe-wearing, red-lipstick-loving goth babes beat this one, because the shops were cleaned out. I found one stick of red lipstick and then dropped it behind a counter and lost it in a bin of wigs. I cried. I kid you not. It's a pain in the ass for me to track down cheap lipstick in colors I want (cherry red, true royal purple, tiffany blue, tangerine, etc.). Lime Crime has them, but I don't have $16 to throw at lipstick (especially considering what may be going on). Halloween stores MIGHT have them, but then I have to fight the other goth/punk/avant-garde babes and the girls who want to be "darque" and dangerous for Halloween because the French Maid thing is done to death.

I also thought of my fashion idol, Trystan Craft, who is a goth and a costumer and a huge San Jose Sharks fan. She had mentioned getting a perfect metallic teal lipstick from Sephora, but that, because colors change with the fashions, it had vanished soon after. Suddenly, I was reminded that, hey, I'm crazy about my Ravens. My name means "raven", I've been sliding towards goth since I first decided to emulate Wednesday Addams, and purple is one of my favorite colors, not to mention I adore Poe, love Baltimore and grew up on football. Little secret, friends, I also root for Ballmer because I used to root for my hometown 'Skins like my mother. But, my daddy, my husband AND my mother-in-law are Dallas fans. It's just better not to fight it. But, what do I do about showing my Ravens pride? Sure, I found some gold lipstick (limited edition, so god help me when it runs out) and purple eyeshadow (formulated to "play up" my brown eyes), but I can't wear black lipstick. Black eyeshadow looks sexy on me, but black lips look like somebody punched me in the mouth about nine or ten times.

So, I pondered, "what if I could market those kinds of colors all year round? Makeup sets for goth, sports fan, punk, avant-garde and costumer, in those bright colors of Kryolan and Amphigory, for a lower price? Could it work?"

Here's my makeup marketing philosophy:

--Keep your colors. Cycling colors out seasonally and with fashions is possibly a quick shot of money as its fans stock up, but those same fans will still buy those colors later if it works for them.

--Never let anybody tell you what beauty is. Beauty is everywhere and in everything.

--Never assume that someone is a stereotype. We are all unique.

I couldn't do it now. It calls for capitol (sp?) and chemists and manufacturing and stuff that I can't afford. I'm not a business major. I have no head for numbers or marketing. I just know that even sports fans want to be pretty.

Well... I do anyway.

ETA: I should point out that my other reason this would take some using is, I want actual FDA approval, so I know it's safe to wear, even with my wimpy, tender, easily damaged skin.

What, again?

I've got four Blogger blogs now. Blame my inability to stick to a task. But, this one, I hope, will be different. This is a blog for spiritual musings, social commentary and discussion of the nature of human imagination. It's where I can talk about magic, love, religion, and why a good cup of tea needs lemon AND sugar for me. It's where I can wonder about my obsession with pumpkins and hats and shoes I will never wear, on BDSM and my neuroses and why I fear men. It's where I scream at the Newest Fandom for making my generation's version look bad, scold fellow feminists for getting all worked up about perfectly good terminology, when women are being executed in far-off countries for driving their children to school, and laugh at human foibles, most of them mine.

With any luck, this won't dissolve into more mithering about my social life and cancelled TV shows.