If you’ve been here for a minute y’all know that I have a Patreon where I’m posting an in progress urban fantasy novella that I refer to as the Daiyuverse. How about a lil bite? No context.
“That sounds perfect. Assure her it is in no way permanent. We just want to see how her body responds to less rigorous magical training. Other than that, she is a perfectly healthy young woman.”
Later that night, both doctors, Daiyu, Josh and Papa sat around a table at Papa’s house with chicken and sides from Ezell’s spread across the table, music played in the background and they all laughed and talked long into the night. At one point while they were each on their third serving Josh sat back to look at them, he felt his vision widen out until he was both looking at them from his eyes and looking down from above from his sight.
He watched Daiyu, her dimples flashing as she snatched food off of Papa’s plate. It made him feel better, maybe his visions were off. Just as he felt himself ready to settle back into his body, the scene slowed down. Stretched into a long moment that felt like it was happening somewhere between this world and the one his sight resided in.
Daiyu looked up, he could tell it was not her physical eyes. The face that wasn’t her face smiled at him, her mouth spread across her face until it nearly split her head. It was the sort of thing she’d done when she first learned to throw a glamour. Josh smiled.
“Stop showing off Little Bird.”
The eyes, he could no longer think of them as her eyes, changed. It wasn’t overt, it was something about the glimmer of them that made him stop smiling. The voice that came out of her mouth was not her own. It was a voice he’d heard distantly before, a slow speech with an accent he couldn’t quite place.
“Do be careful looking my boy. I will see you ever so soon. Tirrah, Black Wing.”
The scene cleared and he blinked, Daiyu was waving a drumstick in his face.
“Earth to Josh, you going to eat this?”
He shook off the dread and snatched the chicken out of her hand.
“You know I don’t hit girls but I will fight you if you eat more of my chicken.”
Daiyu jumped up, menacing him. He narrowed his eyes, showed his teeth.
“I’m going to drink your soda.”
He put down his chicken and jumped up, flexing and growling. With a howl they took off running, Daiyu flying tackled Josh and the two of them went tumbling out of the room. Papa shook his head slowly.
“See, that’s why you can’t take them anywhere. They’re like puppies. I’m surprised they don’t piss on the floor.”
Both doctors smiled like a proud auntie and uncle. Dr. Linda stole the drumstick off of Josh’s plate.
“I have eight older brothers. Abandoned plates are fair game “
The three adults split up the leftover food on the kids plates laughing.
One of the things that is central to how this story is shaping up is my soundtrack. I have a very deep connection to my soundtracks at any given moment. I need specific sounds to either elevate/deal with my moods, help me stay awake, write, poop do life.
The writing of the Daiyuverse reaches deep into my literarily and stylistic influences. I’ve been heavily influenced by Dune for this work. I have been working on creating these magical traditions while not erasing the identities of the folks in the story. I’m drawing on the huge amount of magical shit I’ve read from fantasy books/dictionaries to various cultural traditions.
So let’s talk some tracks.
Let me show you some of the inside of my brainmeats.
Billy Paul- Me and Mrs Jones. Y’all, I mean.. like. Just listen to it.
Stevie Wonder- Superstitious OBVIOUSLy.
Funkadelic- Maggot Brain
William Elliott Whitmore- Mutiny
Concrete Blonde- God is A Bullet
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Murder Ballads
I also use this big ass Spotify playlist.
I’ve always had to have a soundtrack to stuff I’m doing. Occasionally they are very specific to the work. I will probably make some more Daiyuverse specific playlists. Things that go with my loose time periods, themes.
I was thinking about this in a convo with another writer about the spaces we work in. I don’t have anywhere private to work. I don’t have an office. I have to work in public, on the bus, at the dayjob. Get it in where I can fit it in. I think for me, getting my writing playlists going is that brain cue that it is time to work.
My headphones are still my office.
And it’s time to get to work.