The author reflects on a misundertood quote and how it shaped him as a writer.
This idea that “nothing in this world can take the place of persistence” has sustained me from the wilderness of Columbus, Ohio, to the tall buildings of Chicago, and the subway-fed boroughs of NYC and all the places I’ve lived between.
I worked a few blocks from the towers the morning of 9-11. I felt the towers fall. Became part of “the most photographed day in history.” You might have even seen me on the news. Not that you could have recognized me covered in dust.
I can tell you the day unfolded very differently…
When the world turns upside down in an instant, where do you go from there?
This past year has been full of bad and then worse news, and to balance this onslaught, I want to bring back a story of survival: a year after 9-11 in NYC. We survived that. We will make it through this. (Adapted from, vol 26 The OHIO STATE Alumni Magazine, September 2002) After “the Event” A […]
I had a breakthrough. But not until suffering through the terror I might have wasted the past two-plus years.
Lots of potential here: the parallels between narcotic use and necromancy are interesting, the language is often Chandler-esque in a good way, and it delves into some interesting psychological territory.
“However….”
“There’s been an attack at the 36th street stop.”
“Where Max waits for Andoni.”
That stuff, well, once you stop learning about those things, you’re dead—even if your body is still walking about, going through the motions of life. That’s existing, simply not being buried yet.