Lore du Jour ~ Walk the plank

Photo by John K ~ Walk the plank

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

If you ever journey down east to Maine’s Acadia National Park and take the trail around scenic Jordan Pond, you’ll find a section of that path that must have been blazed by former pirates. No, we didn’t discover buried treasure, Spanish galleons, or weathered doubloons. But, shiver me timbers, there is a plank walk that Blackbeard himself would be envious of.

We braved it… and still lived to tell the tale!

Speaking of tales, here’s a pirated passage of Lore you might like — some swashbuckling fun from Episode 6:

John Cap fought against the knots but all in vain, to no avail. For they were tied in an old-time way with the skill of an ancient mariner.

“Just to be sure this one’s secure and there are no surprises…” Taan-syr pulled a hefty chain of rusty ironwood from his pikeshaft. He weighed the length in his rawhide mitts then heaved it at his cohorts.

“Listen up, mateys! Look smart men! Anchor him here, this castaway, dry-docked and locked to our treasured ground. I’ll call for the landlubber when it’s time.” Taan-syr took a step toward the tent then stopped, jibbing starboard back around. “And don’t let him out of your sight till then.”

“Aye aye, captain!”

“We won’t sir! Arrr!”

[Photo: The pirate side of Jordan Pond – Acadia National Park – Bar Harbor, Maine, USA]

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Lore du Jour ~ Science friction

The photography of Michael Leacher ~ Machine by day

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Some readers of the Lore have asked why I categorize these tales as both epic fantasy and science fiction. I understand the question, because the science part is more subtle and will be revealed only as the saga unfolds.

But I’ll give a few clues right now.

When I was dreaming up this new old world about seven years ago, one of my first thoughts was to conjure a place where “magical” things happened, but all of that magic could ultimately be explained by science… though not quite the science we’re used to.

It’s always bothered me that physics seems to trump biology in our modern theory of everything. But what if it weren’t so? What if there were beings who intertwined the two and experienced the universe differently as a result?

What if life were yin to gravity’s yang? Or evil and good as real as dark matter and light?

That’s the land I wanted to visit. A realm where the Lore is a science book

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Now, just for fun here’s a science pun, one of many throughout the Lore. This one’s from Episode 4:

Morio cast an impish eye at the hundred vine line hanging over his head. It wagged all along the hand-lit wall as if calling the schoolboy in him to come play.

“Let’s see about pulling some strings around here and letting in more of that light o’ day. I have a string theory, you know…”

[Photo: A strange but true union captured by my friend Michael Leacher in the wilds of Lexington, MA, USA]

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Lore du Jour ~ Sons of anarchy

Photo by John K ~ Anarchy

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Hi folks! Here are a couple of fresh paragraphs from today’s writing of the next exciting Lore episode (#8). Hope you enjoy the gratuitous cultural references!

The handsome had been beaten out of him, swollen and bloodied beyond recognition. An angelic face turned apocalyptic. Lip split and red. Eyes black and blue.

Sons of anarchy, brothers grim, the riders had been rough on him already. There was worse to come.

[Photo: shot at Universal Studios – Hollywood, CA, USA]

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Lore du Jour ~ Rendezvous with humanity

Photo by John K ~ Rendezvous

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

This morning I discovered a tiny typographical error in one of my previously published Lore episodes. It wasn’t much of anything — a misplaced apostrophe — but I was momentarily horrified.

Then I remembered the old tale of Persian rug weavers who intentionally included a flaw in their work as a token of humility before their maker. True, my mistake was not on purpose, but I still took comfort in that groundedness.

And here’s the beautiful part about it…

Being human is good enough. And imperfection makes us tick. We’d be machines or gods without it.

Doesn’t sound like fun to me.

No, I’d guess that our destiny is a rendezvous with humanity.

[Photo: My son Sam at the FDR Memorial – Washington DC, USA]

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Lore du Jour ~ Road to Hell

Photo by John K ~ Road to Hell

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

The road to Hell is paved with Lore. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Check out the start of Episode 7. Nothing about it is heaven-sent:

“How can you tell if you’ve gone to hell?”

John Cap groaned and tried again to pry his heavy eyelids open. Everything around him was red, not to mention sideways. And spinning.

“Guess that answers that… pffft!”

The young man spit out a mouthful of soot, a bitter powder he’d somehow inhaled. Flecks of it stuck to his tongue and lips. He found his face half buried in it.

He struggled to lift his groggy head from the pillow of pale-gray, ghostly ash. His body rose but then fell back to bed in cinders of something recently burned and reduced to a fine, warm dust.

Travel tip: Next time use the GPS.

[Photo: The dark side of Jordan Pond – Acadia National Park – Bar Harbor, Maine, USA]

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