One of the perks of being an author is having our voices heard, though usually through the lens of our characters and not always understood or clear. And though it’s hard to see it in the text, I’m often working something out in my head and on the page at the same time.
I fully intended today to sit down and write a set of lyrics about Pike, a character I’m developing in THE RULE. He’s a magnificent, wild-card vampire who’s going to get Rachel in trouble, and I thought perhaps Takata, my song-writing oracle, might write something about him. I use all the tools in my box to develop characters, and music/lyrics is my hammer. It busts things open.
So I used my hammer, and Pike is not what came out on my paper. Oh, it started with Pike, but it ended with something far more real, something that I can’t bring out and work through in the Hollows simply because of the established universe I’m working in there. I’ve got another series sitting at rough draft that does, but no one will see it anytime soon because, well, it’s not the Hollows, and I’m seriously okay with that. Time changes all things, and I’ve not given up, just shelved the art in my process until my “art” is what is selling.
I only ask that you be kind and understand that it’s only a few hours old and it will likely be tweaked before chunks of it show up in AMERICAN DEMON or THE RULE. But now you can say you saw it in the raw, and maybe you’ll understand what I’m saying a smidgen more when it shows up between the covers.
It needs a title. I’m thinking BLACK COIN, but I’m open to suggestions.
I’m killing time, till time kills me
No one knows who will succeed
Wealth buys time, till time runs out
Whose to say what it’s all about
When you’re killing time,
It’s killing time
Ten thousand years, is the price
Black coin banked under shale and stone
We spent it all, on magic beans
But magic beans don’t grow
Pretty lies and fairy tales
Wrapped in soiled flags
Black coin seeps, like poison creeps
and balance found will fail
State fathers lying
The earth is frying
Ten thousand years, is the price we pay
Corruption has no shame
Faceless, voiceless, nameless . . .
Peerless, fearless, short-list . . .
Can’t put it back–black coin ill-spent
Ten thousand years, at detriment
Down in the earth, buried deep
Down where the demons sleep
Down where God can’t speek
Black coin spent, our soul to keep
So as you sow, so shall you reap
So as you sow, your children weap
Just killing time, as black coin seeps
Just killing time
It’s killing time.
–Kim Harrison 9-22-19