Please join me in welcoming Lynda Coker to Muse Monday.
As a writer, I learned early that creating a believable
story required architectural and construction skills. The second thing I
realized was that I didn’t have a clue what World Building meant, how to begin,
or when to stop. And most disturbing, was how my own writing style predicted
dark days ahead.
You see, I write by-the-seat-of-my-pants. I do some plotting,
but mostly, the story just evolves one weird, funny, amazing, or awful idea at
a time. Thankfully, these ideas do eventually merge into a story that
previously only existed in my mind, a world with its own reality and principles
So World Building is not something I consciously and
meticulously predetermine, rather, I construct what I need when I need it.
(*Smiles precociously) That’s not to say that a lot of building repair isn’t
required in the editing process. (Woe is me!) After all, two things are
definitely needed to make World Building concrete that is strong and
durable—Coherence and Consistency, which miraculously appear during editing
As a reader, I don’t enjoy being bogged down by endless
description. For instance, I don’t need to see the blueprints for a 33 room
mansion. Just tell me it has 33 rooms including tennis courts, swimming pool,
and riding stables and let me put it all together in my own mind. I guarantee,
I’ll like my mansion better than the one you describe to me in full detail!
So what’s my point? In World Building, I try to construct
only those features that are necessary in order to understand the rules or laws
which govern my world, the environmental territory, time and space, new
technology, and the characters that people my world along with their
philosophy, language, etc. As a writer, I do the framework and allow you, the
reader, to decorate so-to-speak. In reality, my world also becomes your world
THE OCEAN BETWEEN by Lynda Coker
Between the skyscrapers of New York City and the ancient
sands of the Middle Eastern nation of Ahalamin lies an uncharted ocean, not of
water, but of culture and prejudice.
When financial executive, Victoria Ballard, is tricked into
marriage with a Prince of the Desert, her perfectly designed life unravels. To
put the pieces back together and claim the heart of a Prince, she’ll have to
find a way to bridge The Ocean Between .
Rashid took the stairs two at a time.
The source of the problem did not take
verbal tirade echoing through the
lounge came from
his private compartment at the rear of
“Let me out of here! I’m an American
this is kidnapping. I’ll have you all
executed for this! I’m warning you,
Califar. You tell
that unscrupulous, deceitful, desert
creep to get back
here and let me go!”
Rashid took a step forward and then
The sudden cessation of verbal ranting
unnerving than the previous clamor. The
silence made the hairs on his arms
stand erect. With
this woman, he was certain the calm was
to worse atrocities. He hoped he was
wrong and she
had exhausted her vile temper instead.
The thud of a
solid object slamming against the other
side of the
door ridiculed his supposed control.
He yanked off his robe and headdress. Slinging
them toward the back of a chair, he
command to his two bodyguards.
“Give the pilot orders to
Both went forward to deliver the
almost jamming the small doorway in
to pass through at the same time.
his own anger, he could not find any
humor in the
speed with which they fled one loud,
woman. He wondered about the quality of
Spearing Califar with a glacial look,
motioned him forward. “You will ignore
you hear from the other side of that
“May I speak frankly?”
Rashid stiffened. “If you must.”
“This woman you’ve made your wife is a
stranger to you and to our customs.
extreme circumstances for her. Despite
her less than
respectful manner, she is still
deserving of the gentle
persuasion you always accord the women
“Are you telling me how to treat my
Rashid lashed in reply.
“As your servant...never,” replied
your friend...I offer a reminder. Guard
actions this night and remember with
what care you
have always protected what is yours.”
“I will deal with the princess in
manner suits me,” growled Rashid.