A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
I like to hide little cultural treats throughout my writing — plays on words, puns, and other nonsense — nuggets of fool’s gold just for fun. It’s my humble nod to the Bard.
Here’s an example from a few sentences I wrote this week for Episode 6 of the Lore. It riffs on some hits of the famed rock band Foreigner, for no particular reason at all (other than they came to mind)!
The sea-green Guard was growing annoyed, his face red hot-blooded, eyes white-cold as ice. “Let’s go foreigner, move your feet! The Treasuror does not like to wait.”
Odd though, as he frowned hard at the stranger, his voice seemed anxious, a touch too urgent.
Please pardon any double vision that might result from such head games!
