I did not intentionally set out to deceive anyone. It started out as a game, just a little secret something between the Loredagger writers. It wasn't professional, and I accept full responsibility
for the consequences of my actions. As some astute Lorefans have suspected, I have been inserting
popular song references into my work on the Wanderers series. Not only that, I encouraged my
fellow writers, Colt and Stan, to do so as well. Don't expect an apology. I'm glad I did it.
Writing is work. It can take days to produce a handful of usable pages of lore. The creation of a
new literary world can be tedious, for both writer and reader. While the writer attempts to lure the unsuspecting reader into this strange, sometimes frightening new world, he uses every trick at his
disposal. Sometimes the imaginary lollipop of a comforting, familiar reference helps the reader
take that leap of faith into the unknown realm. Song references, both obvious and hidden act as
that lollipop. It creates a secret connection between the Lorefans and the writers, an inside joke only those in the know could relish.
Now I doubt that anyone ever buys the Wanderers books because they are devout fans of Dire Straits or are desperately seeking an obscure Suzi Quatro reference. Still, there are those moments between the swoosh of a sword and the screams of the dying when a good laugh is in order. Hidden little sparkling gems in the black coal of the adventure brighten the day for everyone, writer and reader alike.
Have I broken down that solemn wall between writer and reader that demands I maintain the
stoic professional image, tossing out no more than a wave and an anemic smile to my readership?
Probably. Do I care? Not at all. Kindly allow me to explain. My writing is for me as much as it is for anyone else. If I'm not happy with my prose, it will never live to see the light of day. So please don't
expect me to follow someone else's rules of writing. I won't. I offer you adventure, excitement
and a ride you won't forget. I'll do it on my own terms though. You won't like everything I do. Perhaps you will get an understanding of why some deeds had to be done. At any rate, I won't leave you bored.
My dear Lorefans, as I write these words, the sky is grey, heavy with the promise of rain to come.
Cold stalks the day like a jilted lover seeking revenge on a former amour. Waste not these precious
moments on cleaning the cat's litterbox or wandering the aisles of WalMart. Come play with me.
Buy a Wanderers book. Walk the dark, dank hallways of my mind. Seek the light and shun the shadows. I dare you.