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.