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

Last week I was writing a chase scene, a trek across many kinds of terrain, and initially threw a mountain in. Only then I remembered that didn’t fit the geology of this land I’d envisioned.

So I did the logical thing. I turned that mountain into a mole hill. Literally.

I think they call that flipping the script.

Anyway, here’s the result. Happy writing!

“The chase went on from starfall to dawn and westbound, each step into wilder terrain. Down through the Dim Dale, over the Mole Hills, crossing the haunted Fallow Fields. Then into the dammed Mallow Marshes he led them, right to the edge of the Siren’s Mire — Syland’s cesspool and mother of swamps. That’s where they cornered him in the muck. A dead duck stuck in it up to the neck.”

[Photo: Acadia National Park – Bar Harbor, Maine, USA]

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