So last night I was uploading my new book — my first solo self publishing effort — to the online retailers. It was very late, and I was all alone except for the dog sleeping under my desk. I had an online radio station playing sort of loud, and I was singing along.
Normally I don’t listen to music with words when I’m writing because other people’s words distract me when I’m trying to come up with my own. But I was only doing housekeeping chores — copy’n’pasting, scrolling through windows, obsessively clicking refresh — so I was listening to songs with lyrics this time.
As I sang along, suddenly a low, eerie voice mumbled under mine. My heart kind of stuttered — I wasn’t expecting anybody else’s voice but mine — and I stopped singing. The voice stopped mumbling. The song went on by itself. I turned down my stereo and listened. The dog didn’t wake, and she’s quick to bark and scare me half to death, so…
I turned the music back up and continued on with my tasks.
Until the strange, rumbling voice interrupted again. Too low to make out under the song, but definitely out of place. It was repeating the same cadence… saying something… a message of some sort…
Now, the problem with uploading stories about demons late at night when you’re alone by yourself (except for the obviously incompetent watchdog who didn’t even react to clearly supernatural murmurings from the stereo) is that OF COURSE your imagination goes to the crazy.
I paused the music coming through the stereo and I waited tensely. The mumbling started again and I cranked the volume. It said “…devote yourself… become something else entirely… a legend… a story…”
OMG! MY POSSESSED STEREO IS TELLING ME TO BECOME A STORYTELLING SUPERHERO!!!
I’d like to say I then leapt up from my computer, donned a cape (or maybe a feather boa; I write romances, after all) and charged into the night to deliver stories to the world.
But what I really did was Google the key words I’d hastily scribbled down. Turns out, it’s a quote from a Batman movie.
Damn it! Bruce Wayne stole my superhero call to adventure!
The only thing I can figure is that some sort of Batman pop-up was running unseen in the background while I was listening to the music, although my computer’s applications and processes task manager didn’t show anything odd. Also seems weird that it kept repeating that one phrase.
And actually, I guess in a way, I DID go out last night and deliver my story to the world. THE DARKEST NIGHT (OMG, I just realized this very second as I am typing it, that my story is called THE DARKEST NIGHT and Batman is the Dark Knight! Man, I LOVE when the universe is as crazy as me!) is now live:
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. Or maybe I just need a nap.