Lynda Coker
Bio
Grab a chair, turn a page, and read a while with me. I promise to tap lightly on my keyboard so we both can stay immersed in our world of words.
Stories (66/0)
Wouldn’t We Be Done Already If The Same Old Solutions For The Same Old Problems Really Worked
Why have millenniums of protests of every kind and size produced no lasting results? And why do people keep using the same faulty methods over and over again thinking that they’ll work this time?
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Humans
Pride and Audacity — Part 4
Victoria relaxed in the lounge chair in Applewood’s courtyard and watched Talli decorate mud pies with bits of leaves, rose petals, and colored confetti. Her raw, artistic imagination needed to be developed. Victoria made a mental note to check out local art teachers.
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - January 2021
Thank You Vocal For Giving Me a Mountain to ClimbTop Story - January 2021
Writing is hard work done in solitary aloneness with the hope that others will find your words appealing. Reaching those significant others can be almost impossible without a mountain-like platform from which to speak.
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Motivation
How to Make Fictional Characters Live and Breathe
Why do some characters stay rooted in our memory and hearts while others dissipate as soon as we read the last page? Why do we feel impelled to share our love of these characters, telling and retelling their stories? Why are we fiercely loyal, always ready to be first in line to buy their newest story?
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Journal
Circle 'M'
An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness. ~Jean Antoine Petit-Senn Laney swiped away the rivulet of perspiration snaking its way down the side of her face. The July heat blowing through the open windows of her dilapidated pick-up truck pooled ever thicker as she eased the truck to a stop and killed the engine.
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Families
Pride and Audacity — Part 3
Victoria entered the executive lobby, her eyes scanning the circular space. Could she get more ridiculous? Why did she keep doing this? The fiasco with Mr. Davar took place over a week ago. Apparently, not long enough for her to shake the absurd notion he might be lurking in some doorway waiting to turn her into mush again. She needed a Chai Latte in the worst way, something to calm her nerves.
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - January 2021
Improve Your Writing Through Art and ObservationTop Story - January 2021
What a writer can learn from art Writing is one of the activities of a ‘creative’ mind. So it stands to reason that one who writes also does other things that fall into the ‘creative’ realm. In fact, the writers I know have many diverse interests.
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Journal
Pride and Audacity — Part 2
* .* .* . Victoria retrieved the report she’d scattered. Moving back to the front of the desk, she positioned the folder on its surface and faced her father. To her surprise, she was not the focus of his interest. By the direction of his steady gaze, something behind her had preempted his attention.
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Humans
I'm the Clay and The Potter of my Own Life
There are no happier people on this planet than those who decide that they want something, define what they want, get hold of the feeling of it even before its manifestation and then joyously watch the unfolding as, piece by piece by piece, it begins to unfold. That's the feeling of your hands in the clay. ~ Esther Hicks
By Lynda Coker3 years ago in Motivation