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"THE WRITER" by M.L. Cordle: If you look at my hands you will see hands, not appendages of my mind. Yet, they are just that. They are willing servants. They deliver visages of life that surface over the screen of my computer. Who are these that incorporate such? Who are they trying to reach, to speak to? I wake from sleep and their voices continue to call to me, to search out my fingers. Who is waiting? Is it their truth, or the lies that intrigue me so? I ache for purpose, but pine for meaningless humanity. All this effort that I put forth, and for those who will never know me. I unearth treasures to be set upon shelves that can only grow dusty with time. It is my time. It is my salvation. In these moments that words will be recorded and then read, immortality whispers. No one answers my urgent pleas for absolution. Faith is a fragile concept. It is like a thread of saliva between kissing lips, there then broken and ended. It is never restored to that glorious exchange of golden feelings when lovers are born. I am full of that gift that can never be tangible, and faith is my concept. I write. I am but a window by which life passes through And I reflect a spectrum of damning questions that need to be asked. Faith has delicate answers, and I will search them out. I have lived, and learned of such glorious pain. And it mirrors me. It defines me. Never ceases to change me, to mold me. These haunted voices in the corridors of my mind They are but the cogs in the wheels of every soul. What is needed, is on that dusty shelf. So I shall dig another grave with my invisible shovel. © MLC 10/06 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Successful artist turned novelist M.L. Cordle fell in love with books as a child because of the magical sketches they inspired in her mind. She began her love affair with writing at age fifteen, was working for a local newspaper after school by seventeen, and then for a printing company by nineteen. She began selling her erotic artwork a few years ago to supplement her income so that she could broaden her travels and experience different cultures. A huge fan of anything paranormal, and of who-done-it mysteries, she tries to incorporate a little from both genres into her work. She is a fan of the evocative. She considers her mentors, in no particular order, to be Sandra Brown, Stephen King, M. Night Shyamalan, Ron Howard, Dean Koontz, Joe Hill (chip off the King block), Karen Slaughter, Elizabeth Flock, Holly Kennedy, Elizabeth Brundage, David Lindsey, and Wes Craven. In her free time she researches her ideas, and excavates the sites of early American homesteads. Mostly, though, her free time is allotted to – what else? – reading and writing. Her books are sexy and original. M.L. Cordle is a native of the beautiful mountains of Southwest Virginia where she continues to live with her husband and daughter. She knows the names of all her forebears – spanning back to her sixth great grandparents - and can tell you their stories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few items from M.L. Cordle's artwork history: |
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ M.L. Cordle doesn’t believe in coincidence. She believes there is a higher order, there exists a God, but also many dark shadows behind our silver lined clouds. In motherhood she finds there presides the greatest of all guardian angels but in other human intercourse, the most vile of mankind’s enemies, the Prince of Darkness. In death she senses no goodbye, only a veil. In the faintest of whispers are the filaments of the soul, she believes, and the lies and truth that bind us together. She thinks that in small mistakes are huge lessons, and in huge lessons some small mistakes. That in every drop of rain is our many sorrows, is an infinitesimal amount of sun that we can use to ward off legions of evil spirits. That there is no failure in trying, only steppingstones to wisdom or free-falls into reprobation. In her opinion, it’s all chutes and ladders…and possibilities. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ WHY M.L. CORDLE BELIEVES A READER SHOULD PICK UP HER BOOKS … First and foremost, she's a reader, just like you. She makes it her mission to keep you turning pages. Her drive and desire to connect with other human beings is evident in her work. Her determination and hard work must have a pay off and she chooses that reward to be the gift of your readership. She believes a readership exists that is searching for something. She is one in that crowd. She puts into her books as much of her passion and soul as she does her artwork. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |