When I was in fourth grade, I did a report on banshees. No, I wasn't really a creepy kid...just curious. I am not certain where I heard about them, actually. Perhaps an old folktale...or maybe I saw DARBY O'GILL AND THE LITTLE PEOPLE at a tender age (although I don't remember seeing it until it was on HBO and I was in highschool...and that banshee scene is Terrifiying!!) but maybe we went to the movies when I was too little to remember. Regardless, I was intrigued.
The banshee (or bean sidhe) is a sad creature who roams the night, shrieking and wailing when death is near. The legends say that if you hear her, death will visit either you or someone you know. They are said to comb their long white hair with silver combs. Most kids would be fine with that amount of information. But not fourth-grade me.
I couldn't stop thinking about them. Did they have families? I mean..how did one get stuck being a banshee? Were there ever any banshee children?
Eventually, when I was writing Trinket's tale, I knew she would have an encounter with a banshee. And that it would be kind of scary.
|This banshee looks too nice to be the banshee in my book.|
|Nope...waaaaaaayyyy to frightening. Great. Now I am not going to be able to look at my own blog until she scrolls down further on the page. Just great.|
|Eh...the face is all wrong, but I love the transparency of her. Trinket could see through the banshee she meets .|
What inspirations from your childhood keep finding their ways into your writings?