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bearshortyI was going to write a post last night, once Tanya went to bed, and talk about a book by Druon I just finished (a historical fiction about Kings of France in the 14th century - of all things) and the stories I wrote for RS Games. We also had an unexpected playdate at our neighbors that I wanted to record.
But then I checked the news and writing anything seems so frivolous. I just can't imagine the horror people went through in Paris. I really don't understand it how people come to this decision to kill others and feel good about it, righteous even.
I was in New Jersey when 9/11 happened, while my Dad walked across the bridge that day to get home since he worked in Manhattan at the time. I remember how traumatic it all felt for months after. And I was in London for 7/7 attacks in 2005 - Bear was visiting me in his first trip outside the US, and we walked around the almost empty city center - it was strange and terrible and not the London I wanted to show him. I also know that people in some places live with this kind of violence every day.
I really don't know what I want to say or how to express what I'm feeling - I'm not good at that; I'm better at just describing my day, talking about books or stories - but I feel sad and upset by it all.
But then I checked the news and writing anything seems so frivolous. I just can't imagine the horror people went through in Paris. I really don't understand it how people come to this decision to kill others and feel good about it, righteous even.
I was in New Jersey when 9/11 happened, while my Dad walked across the bridge that day to get home since he worked in Manhattan at the time. I remember how traumatic it all felt for months after. And I was in London for 7/7 attacks in 2005 - Bear was visiting me in his first trip outside the US, and we walked around the almost empty city center - it was strange and terrible and not the London I wanted to show him. I also know that people in some places live with this kind of violence every day.
I really don't know what I want to say or how to express what I'm feeling - I'm not good at that; I'm better at just describing my day, talking about books or stories - but I feel sad and upset by it all.
