I love satire. 

There have been many great satirists throughout the years,  like Jonathan Swift, Joseph Heller, Ray Bradbury, Kurt Vonnegut, George Saunders, and one of my favorites, Douglas Adams of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series. 

Who comes to your mind?

But have you noticed there have been so few women satirists?  Jane Austen, Erma Bombeck, and Flannery O’Connor come to mind, which makes me ask the question, “Why?”

I’ve been reading Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World again and am focusing on it with a feminist/psychoanalytic lens to write about. 

During my research, I found pictures of the suffrage movement and realized that the reason there aren’t many female satirical novelists is that we ourselves have been the target of satire for centuries and have had to put up a big fight to be taken seriously. 

The consequence of that is we’ve had so little time to laugh and turn the tables around a bit.

Some of my favorite authors are satirists, as mentioned above, but I’ve always loved Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s series the most; there’s just so much to think about in a profoundly stupid way!

So here I am.  Yes, I’m working on two satires, one titled God with a Blog?!

Okay. Be frank, you hate the title?

And a screenplay, Blue Dirt. Here’s the concept (Let me know what you think)…

Earth’s just been obliterated by an antimatter bomb – at least that’s what Abbie Plunket and Evan Johnston think, co-owners of the Emergency Space Pod (ESP for short), who’ve landed on the surface of exoplanet Zygotron 22 light-years from Earth.

Rich, bubbly, and beautiful, Abbie has had everything a young woman could ever ask for – except for the one thing she really wants – a daughter of her very own.

However, Abbie wasn’t always so fortunate.  Her life changed when she was five and was rescued by her adoptive parents from a human trafficking operation in the heart of Chicago, leaving her with permanent emotional scarring. 

Her need to be a parent runs deep in her veins, but doesn’t include a man to share it with, which leaves her with a major obstacle for realizing her dream: she happens to be stuck on Planet Zygotron 22 light years from Earth, with Evan Johnston, a conspiracy theorist Abbie can’t stand.

Evan resents Abbie’s spoiled, girl-who-has-everything attitude and proclaims he wants to be known as the Father of Zygotron and needs Abbie to continue his lineage.

After his insinuation to procreate with him to fulfill his own dream, Abbie shoots him with her 24-hour freeze gun and heads out to search for the fertile blue dirt, where she eventually meets the friendly and highly evolved Zygotronians.

She later learns from Taramala, the Zygotronian leader, that Earth has not been annihilated and they have the technology to bring her home. Having fallen in love with the planet and the Zygotronians, she doesn’t want to leave until she learns that Evan has destroyed her dropper-sized vials of sperm with automatic injectors.

After a truce is made between Evan and Abbie, they travel back to Earth on the Helioshiptonic.  During the journey, she gets pregnant through energy contact with a Zygotronian named Dawnhunko, revealed through an aura of helium balloons that surround her.

Evan, who’s fallen in love with Abbie, in a jealous rage, accidentally hits a button on the control panel of the bridge and shoots a helium bomb straight to Earth, causing the White House to become a large fireball. Fortunately, the White House was being exterminated for cockroaches, and no one got hurt.

Abbie and the crew must find a way to get through to Earth and inform them that they’re on board and that the Zygotronians come in peace, or be destroyed by a unified planetary nuclear attack from Earth.

Thoughts?