Folk songs

I was trying not to laugh.

Zee kitty demands pettins!

So I wrote a little song at work today. I won’t bore you with the lyrics, as they’re in that same alien language I posted last week, and I haven’t actually figured out what the translation is yet. Plot-wise, it’s a lullaby that the main character sings to her two children, and then later finds out that it was also sung to her as a baby by her mother (who she doesn’t meet until she’s grown up). It’s meant to be a folk song, one of those songs that is soothing, that you don’t really pay attention to the words (the main character doesn’t actually know the translation either way, she might as well be singing “bloo blah blee blah” except that isn’t as pretty). It’s a pretty simple melody, a little sad, very small note range. Something anyone could easily sing, since no one in the story is classically trained. ;D

… I really think I may have no choice about writing this story. Most of my story ideas sort of come and go, but this one has been shoving itself into my head constantly over the past few months. Every day at work I write down more details about the characters and the world. Yesterday I spent most of the day (while scanning, I basically put the document in the scanner and then watch it to make sure it doesn’t jam, which leaves me plenty of writing time) writing about the Church of the Firsts, and the leader of said Church, who feature heavily in the story (they’re sort of the “bad guys” but not entirely, more misguided and misinformed). Basically, she’s the pope. Yeah, I said she. XD She’s also gay and dark-skinned. Hey, I think there should be more gay, black, female popes!

Anyway, now I’m starting to devolve into silliness because I’m tired, so that’s enough weird stuff for tonight. ;D

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