Here’s something for Seema.

Filk:  Season
Original: Memory, from Cats (lyrics by Trevor Nunn after T. S. Eliot)

Midnight, not a word from B'Elanna...
Has my muse lost her bat'leth?
I am writing alone.
In the weblog the broken fics collect in a heap
And I cannot find my drone.

Zenning, all alone with my laptop;
All those files from the old days -
I was popular then.
I remember when first I learned what fanfiction was.
Let the bat'leth strike again.

Every blogger just repeats
More metafic kvetching.
Someone utters and the next one sputters
Another meme is catching.

Jossed out, I must fill up my hard drive,
I must think of the new show
And I mustn't slow down.
By September my fic will be passé as McCoy,
When the vamps come back to town.

Cut off bits of angsty fics,
The same old couples parting.
My traffic drops, another summer over,
Another season starting.

Hit me one last time then forget me,
Let me cherish the memory
Of the contests I won -
Of the bat'leth that taught me just what fanfiction was.
Look, the season has begun.

4 Responses to “Season”

  1. Seema Says:

    That was beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!

  2. liz Says:

    As always, I bow before your filking genius.

  3. Jerie Says:

    How can you sing this with a straight face? It’s absolutey, positively amazing!

  4. Jemima Says:

    Thank you, ladies! I haven’t tried singing it. I was listening to one of those tinny MIDI files while I wrote it, and they’re no good for singing along.