Suddenly, I’m On Oprah

by j. brotherlove

I had a dream that I finally finished my first novel and it was a bestseller. The novel obviously wasn’t anything like the unfinished tomes I’ve already started because it wound up being an Oprah’s Book Club selection and I was mortified.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Oprah. But, I’d imagine that my novel was too highbrow or psychologically disturbing or vulgar to be considered for such an acknowledgment.

But that’s how my dream went. Suddenly, I’m on Oprah, talking about my inspiration for the novel and how I developed the characters, etc. Oprah was very attentive and accommodating— when the cameras were on. However, during the breaks, hordes of make-up artists, producers and miscellaneous other magicians rushed out to assure she remained looking and behaving like Oprah as if she was a bowl of ice cream sitting in the sun.

Anyway, either that dream was inspired by the fact that today is her birthday or my subconscious is telling me to finish my novel before I lose my edge. Creepy. By the way, the name of the novel was Sudden. Fell free to steal that if you want.

under the influence of: burritos and jealousy.