A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
There’s a meaty new character in the Lore whose part I’m starting to write right now. He’s a priestly yet haunting man named Minyon Myne with more than a few tricks up his sleeve — and a pair of intriguing offspring in tow.
Though I’ve really been planning this fellow for months, by way of an epic-long backstory. There was no chance of ever giving him life without such a serious history.
Still, will it be worth every timeline tick that I’ve mapped out for this tricksy guy? I hope so. And he’s got quite a role to play in twisting the course of the whole darn story.
Have you ever invented tomes of details knowing that many you’ll never use? All just to make a few words ring true…
Anyway, here’s a small taste of elderman Minyon straight from my draft of the latest Lore:
The elderman’s gaze turned distant and hazy, as if into a misty past.
“As on every Mid Summer’s Eve for thirteen full yet hollow years, I led my family in retreat, commemorating the one not here. Our bittersweet anniversary… of love and the hell of our lives before… For it was this day all those seasons long gone that the Wild took my wife and their dear mother, Faunon.”
Minyon tipped his head to the heavens then back earthbound looking folklorn again. He seemed to meet each treasured eye, reaching a heartstring deep inside. And there was a soothing to this voice, a music difficult to describe.