Music of the Night

A while back, I had an idea that in an upcoming scene I wanted to write that a character of mine would be singing a song. Or, maybe not a song exactly. Originally, whatever this brilliant composition would end up being was supposed to be something like a childhood rhyme that girls might recite on the playground while jumping rope, or something that would be accompanied by an intricate hand jive. “Miss Mary Mack”- esque,  if you will, but darker and potentially creepier. You know, something that would fit in the world of my novels.

So I spent some time following that decision brainstorming lyric ideas, but nothing really took. I had an opening line that I was fond of, but nothing to follow it. Then last week (Last Wednesday, to be exact), Camp NaNoWriMo helped me get to the point where I kind of had to start writing that scene in which the song/rhyme was needed. I couldn’t put it off any longer.
If you follow my author page on Facebook, or my Twitter feed, you may already be aware that I had spent the majority of Wednesday afternoon working on this song—just the lyrics, mind you—because by then, the concept had fully become a song. If you were curious, me working on a song looks an awful lot like me wandering around the house (and possibly Large Mart and the Dinn Wixie (just try to crack that clever code—go on! I dare you!)) trying to think of words that rhyme. Fortunately, none of those words were ‘orange.’

Eventually (thankfully) it clicked, and I successfully wrote the lyrics to a (very short) song.
When I sat down to write those lyrics into my manuscript that night, I started to sing those lyrics to various melodies because that’s just how my brain works. Then I broke out the iPad piano (I miss having a proper piano. That is all.). Then I decided that I just had to write down the music to accompany my lyrics.
Back in high school and early on in my college career, I wrote a lot of music. A lot. But I hadn’t done it a good long while. So long that I had no idea where any of my blank staff paper might have been. (Some day, I will finish unpacking all of my boxes…but it is not this day.)
So, like a crazy person, I made my own:
A sample draft. I need a better eraser.
It was such a productive way to spend a night.
Especially because after I finished the first song, I went right on ahead and wrote a second song. (Who needs to write words anyway?) The second song is about the loss of innocence and demons and dying. So naturally, it ended up as a jaunty-sh jig-like thing.
Because that’s how my brain works.
Anyway, I spend the entire night and most of the next day singing my two brand new songs (That one dog is really glad he’s deaf.) because they were stuck in my head and I was kind of excited about them. In endlessly doing so, I slowly realized that my songs bore a striking slight resemblance to songs I had heard before. Only I couldn’t figure out which ones.
It took me a while to work it out, but Sunday morning in the shower, it finally came to me:
and
So…..It’s possible I won’t be winning a Grammy any time ever. The next drafts will be better. Or maybe they’ll sound like Bon Jovi. Time will tell.
But the whole song-writing experience left me feeling surprisingly good about my WIP. I’m keeping pace with Camp NaNoWriMo, and while there’s definitely some heavy revising in my not-so-distant future, I’m not hating the story as much as I was last month. This is not to suggest that I won’t be in the opposite state of mind next week, or even later on today, but at the moment, I’m happy with how things are going.
How unusual.
That’s going to do it for me today. I’ll try to do better the next time. Until then, all.

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