Sing along, fellow women, men and dwarfs


Moor frog. (Rana arvalis.)

When I am angry, I like to sing rebellious songs, for instance ‘My Way’ by Frank Sinatra. I find a video on Youtube with lyrics and simply sing along. I dive deeply into the melody, but I am also aware of the words. Which should not come as a surprise, for I am a writer by profession. I feel the lyrics physically in my chest, along with the emotional tunes.

Similarly, I listen to sad songs, for example ‘November Rain’ by Guns N’ Roses, when I feel blue. I sing along long enough to come in touch with the pain inside, yet I must be mindful of the moment, when it is time to switch to happy songs like for instance ‘All About That Bass’ by Meghan Trainor. Unless I make the switch, the sadness might grow into mild depression.

When I am in a relatively good mood, I sing all kinds of songs, simply for the pleasure of experiencing my vocal cords in vibration.

In addition to that I believe singing is helpful in case of a writer’s block. Or in the ongoing prevention of having one.

I guess it was my singing along with Youtube videos that inspired me for the first assignment Izzy the Dwarf gets in a circus. Here is an excerpt from my fantasy novel with romance Out of the Forest and into the City (Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships Book 1):

“I started to sing one of the old songs that we dwarfs liked to sing at our gatherings. And I proceeded with several other songs very popular among our kind. I was trying to make an impression, so I really sang out loud. Luckily, the first song started with a simple melody, thus allowing my vocal cords to warm up sufficiently so as not to break down in the middle of my act. Another happy coincidence was the fact that I was singing in the big top, where the acoustics of the arena gave my voice more power. Consequently, I also felt more confident about my singing. In the end, I was so eager I had to make myself to stop singing after having repeated the final refrain of the tenth song five times. I was so happy to have succeeded that a tear poured out of my left eye. I could not decide whether I was overjoyed with singing or with the fact that I finally had some work to do.”

Izzy the Dwarf later gets a singing companion. He and his new human friend Vivvy, a compassionate young lady, soon go beyond performing and decide to include the audience:

“And so Mary and I went about making our dream happen. We prepared two songs that we thought would not be too difficult and towards the end of our act we handed out the lyrics to the audience. Then they simply sang along. Some individuals got so carried away that they started singing with their full voice and one could hear their distinct sound. I could hear somebody in the first row sing out of tune, but other than that, as a group they were very good.”

So, what do you say? Care to try singing while being alone? Do not worry about singing out of tune. Nobody has bought any tickets!

Take care,
Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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