Wasn't sure of the date today- rarely am - have to check what day it is sometimes but I woke up today as if I knew .....woke up thinking of 9/11...coincidence? then I saw Diane J Reed's Tweet and thought now is the time... perhaps...
It's not a story I like telling, but it's not one I'll ever forget.
I was writing a thriller, my first. I'd come to a part where my character needed the help of the CIA. Of course in those days they kept their knowledge close, so I had to think of a way that ensured she'd get the help she needed. I came up with a terror plot on US soil. Nothing huge, just something that might change their outlook temporarily. That sorted, I couldn't think of what, so I put my book away and went to my desk to start work, knowing that by tomorrow something would come to me....
Deep Breath.
I woke up, still nothing...hmmm...had my shower, turned on the radio and...
I vomited...couldn't believe what I was hearing....
I put the book away and started a fantasy and grieved....a long time. A Year later I finished the book as I had too - I haven't read it since...one day I will revisit it.
My grief is nothing to those who lost loved ones...even if I lost something too in that indescribable horror......don't know what......no idea what.....innocence perhaps? Why did I come up with that idea on that particular day? Why anything.....what is going on?...I still feel as if the world changed that day, as if we'd never be the same again....and we haven't.
It's not a story I like telling, but it's not one I'll ever forget.
I was writing a thriller, my first. I'd come to a part where my character needed the help of the CIA. Of course in those days they kept their knowledge close, so I had to think of a way that ensured she'd get the help she needed. I came up with a terror plot on US soil. Nothing huge, just something that might change their outlook temporarily. That sorted, I couldn't think of what, so I put my book away and went to my desk to start work, knowing that by tomorrow something would come to me....
Deep Breath.
I woke up, still nothing...hmmm...had my shower, turned on the radio and...
I vomited...couldn't believe what I was hearing....
I put the book away and started a fantasy and grieved....a long time. A Year later I finished the book as I had too - I haven't read it since...one day I will revisit it.
My grief is nothing to those who lost loved ones...even if I lost something too in that indescribable horror......don't know what......no idea what.....innocence perhaps? Why did I come up with that idea on that particular day? Why anything.....what is going on?...I still feel as if the world changed that day, as if we'd never be the same again....and we haven't.