Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Are you wearing green today? I’m not sure how much writing I’ll be doing while Jim’s here, but I’m in the final stretch of the first section of the book which is all presented through the voice of one character. The good news is that the next character up (who’s half Irish–I can stay on topic!), has already been nudging me about how to kick off his section. It’s always a relief to have a plan.
For now, I’m simply going to enjoy the few days Jim will be here. I also committed to a small project (small for me; big for him) for someone who I’ve long enjoyed interacting with online. I once wrote a short story for an anthology he was putting together (hope remains that collection will one day be published; I’d love to see that story in print). I’ve started my part of his current project and need to get it to him as soon as I can.
The song challenge for today is “a song you’d sing with someone at karaoke.” I’ve mentioned on here more than once that I’ve had a single adventure in karaoke, when I was pulled into a group of women to sing Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle.” I’m not sure I sang as much as I laughed, because one of the women took the lead and owned it. It was such a surprise, because she was normally a reserved person; it was great to see her cut loose and enjoy herself so immensely. I don’t think that experience could be replicated, BUT… with the right group of women friends, I might be persuaded to play air guitar and pretend to be as cool as Joan Jett in this video (I would provide BACKING VOCALS ONLY) on the Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb.”
I’ve only played kareoke twice. I did a good job of and enjoyed singing
I Want You – Savage Garden
though that wasn’t the reason why I wanted to learn those lyrics. I was challenged by the articulation and I wanted to have it nailed for a guy I met in college.
The things we do for those guys we meet in college! =)
I need to do some more research into my family tree. I am sure that one of my great aunts told me that there is some Irish blood somewhere, way back when. I know which of my great-great-grandmother’s was French, so I need to find the Irish connection (if, indeed, there is one).
Well, now since one of your other comments, I’m determined to believe you and I share a Scottish ancestor. =)