I only got four hours of sleep today, so forgive the crazy thought train.
I was at work and saw a Styrofoam box that looked like the kind that holds collector’s plates, which I loved about 25 years ago. NOT THAT I NO LONGER LOVE THEM. I do. Especially the whales. But I digress.
Thinking of collector’s plates led to the thought “You haven’t really made it until you have your own line of collector’s plates for your IP.”*
And then an image of melmac plates with crayon drawings popped into my head.
And I burst into maniacal laughter that terrified my coworkers.
Well, no, but I did giggle.
And.now I’m really tempted to have my niece** create artwork for the books and plaster them on plates to sell on Etsy. HA! I think my readers will have to have that kind of sense of humor to read the books anyway…
* IP = Intellectual property
** She’s an adult, and an artist – no, not going to have a kid scribble on plates and sell them… lol.