Saturday, September 23, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
Sixteen years ago today, the world stopped.
I know exactly where I was when I first heard of September 11. I know who I was talking to. I know what I did.
I know know what the effect of that day was upon me.
This morning, I set about my day heading for surgery when the names of the heroes of United Flight 93 were being run across the screen. People who had a glimpse of what had happened elsewhere, powerless to help them, but did their own thing.
For All Mankind.
And it struck me. My forefathers before me had their own pivotal moments in time. World War 1. Sir Robert Menzies "and as a result, Australia is also at war." Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The wars of my forefathers, are now my wars. Children who are in school have no knowledge of how much September 11 changed everyone's way of life.
May they never have to tell their children of their own war.
Saturday, September 2, 2017
How far will you go to write?
- give up your country?
- take a chance on an untested ability?
- maintain a day job that can, on occasion, take your writing time away?
Since movng to the United States, I have never worked as hard as I have recently. It's not about just making a wage, it's not about saving for a rainy day, it's about volume.
The volume of work - do more with less for the same amount. How far can an employer go?
I have recently lost a lot of my writing time, not though neglect. not through disinterest...but through work. Forty days and night have been lost. I went forty days without writing.
Oh, the humanity.
How far will you to go write?