The idea came from a vivid dream, actually of an intense sexual nature. I was having relations with a man (don't know who) and quite enjoyed it. I then remember going out of my room and telling other women about my experience, because they have never had sex. But just then, another woman ran down the hall crying that our good friend (somehow we all lived in this mansion) had given birth to a boy.
We were devastated and grieved for her. Because we knew that wasn't allowed. However, when this woman recovered from her loss and faced her peers, they allowed her to at least stay in the senate as a member. We rejoiced at this news.
I woke up from this dream thinking about my friend Claire. She's written a beautiful screenplay that's set to start filming next year. I was inspired by her creative story:
I'd never written anything before. She encouraged me to do it no matter what—whether as a short story, novel or screenplay. Mind you, this was around June of this year, when there was an abundance of misogynistic men in our political arena who claimed expertise on how women would not get pregnant when raped. Or if they did, they wanted to shove a banana-shaped instrument into them, just to make sure.
Infuriated, I began to write my little novella amazed at how fast the ideas were
falling into order. It was too easy. I simply reversed everything that was happening today in our country and placed a little surprise kicker at the end. While there is some violence in the story, I can honestly say there is not one GUN! Imagine that?