Lore du Jour ~ War of the Proses

Photo by John K ~ Acadian window

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

One of the best things about writing a big, broad fantasy-fiction saga is the freedom that it gives the writer to go off and invent — zombies, dragons, boy wizards, you name it. (Alas, the Lore has none of those… yet.) But I’m not just talking about exploring strange new worlds or seeking out new life and new civilizations. It’s how we boldly go that really excites me.

Language can be a trek of its own. A river that ebbs and flows on its way. A battle of prose and poetry.

In the opening episodes of the Lore, poetry gradually wins the day. At least for a while, anyway. By using ever more lyrical language, these tales evoke the childlike wonder of wayfarers in an unknown land.

Here’s a sample from Episode 4 that describes the tall, young stranger named Vaam:

Maid of mirage she was. Shy by trials yet untold. Still statuesque even as she sat.

Absently she closed her eyes and quietly began to sing. She sang a beautiful, haunting song… the spirit of a shadow’s dream… a shapeless, enrapturing melody that wrapped the mind in mystery… the echo of some ancient lullaby calling from deep inside…

But all of that’s about to end!

In the episode that I’m writing right now, a more spartan character takes control. Averse to verse, he changes course and the fortunes of war go to prose again.

Still, the poets needn’t worry. My guess is that you’ll be back with a fury. And before very long.

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~

A writer’s holiday (or how to sink an epic)

Photo by John K ~ Writer's holiday

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

A couple of weeks ago I began writing the next exciting installment (Episode 7) of my lyrical fantasy-fiction saga. It was going swimmingly until something horrible happened — vacation!

Don’t get me wrong (or tell my wife). I enjoyed every minute of our sea-sprayed days on the rocky coast of Maine. But my author-ship was wrecked en route. My characters got mad and mutinied.

Yet I knew what was wrong. It was there in the tides.

Writing for me must be routine. A mundane day turns the mind to dream.

The siren’s call of a lazy trip can surely sink an epic. Next time tie me to the mast and get out that trusty beeswax.

Well now with my writer’s holiday done, the Lore is sailing along again! You might say I’m happy to be penned.

But enough about me. How was your vacation?

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~

Lore du Jour ~ Author’s tea

Photo by John K ~ Tea time

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

What better way to plot my next ebook, the devilishly delicious Episode 7, than with tea and popovers by the lake?! Cheers from fabled Jordan Pond in Acadia National Park (on the coast of Maine, USA).

I’ve been taking lots of scenic shots of the Acadian wilderness. Look for those in the months ahead as I blog about Lore to come…

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~

Lore du Jour ~ Undead Poet’s Society

Photo by John K ~ Morning light

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

Waking thought with this morning’s hot — a little about the poet’s lot:

Call it blessing
Call it curse
Immortality
Calls in verse

Rest in poetry, Robin.

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~

Who would read a poetic epic?

Photo by John K ~ Flowers of Lore

Today I received this exquisite review of my lyrical fantasy-fiction saga, the series Lore of the Underlings:

Starts with a poem, then a bunch of chit chat, neither intrigued me, deleted from e-reader before getting to the “story”.

I can’t deny these one-star charges. And I’m sure that this reader made a wise choice based on what he was looking for.

But it does beg some questions. Has the age of poetry passed? Is life too fast to savor a verse?

I hope not. The liquid language of the Lore is the very reason I write it at all. That was the genesis of this epic — to tell tall tales in poetic style.

And I knew it would not be for everyone. Or many, for that matter. There are plenty of other fine books already for those who’d like a quicker read.

Scratching that itch is not the need that I’ve been trying to quench and feed. The lilt of the Lore is its own reward, the reason that it’s free.

And yet at times like this I wonder. Have I notched out a vanishing niche? An alcove with only dead poets in it?

But then I see an occasional flicker. Some hope left in it yet. Such as this contrasting review:

An absolute JEWEL
FINALLY, someone who can WRITE! I just waded through 5 books of such poorly-written drivel I was about to give up and watch tv, and then I found this, a gem in the muck of what passes for Fantasy fiction these days. The language was so luscious I got lost in it and had to re-read it to find the story. Beautiful. Amazing job, Author, keep it up!

So I think that I will keep contributing verses. If you’d like to sing with me, join in…

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~