–but first a quick NaNo update:
Thus far in November, my NaNoWriMo progress has lagged. It’s typical of me that I don’t actually complete a novel in National Novel Writing Month, due to the fact that life does tend to get in the way (now more than ever), but also because I want to train myself to write full-time, not just full-time for a month. Also, a friend of mine pointed out that I was using a lot of fragmented sentences, which I thank her tremendously for. I used part of last week to brush up on my basic punctuation.
If you can’t tell.
Honestly, if you look back at my previous blog posts, you’ll see a lot of sentences where I should’ve used commas, dashes, colons, or semi-colons instead of periods or the “…” Oops! Well, hey. That’s progress. I mean fragmented sentences aren’t terribly bad, but broadening one’s mind– or revisiting past rules that have been forgotten–is a good thing: it makes for stronger writing.
So this week I sit down and start my writing process again. Also, I’m brainstorming about a Christmas romance novel, to be published on Amazon, but I also have to research more into the E-book process… and think up a good plot. I will keep you guys updated!
Okay, leaving the lighthearted stuff behind, I want to talk about my viewpoints on the Paris Terrorist attacks. Last Friday, I was having the worst Friday the 13th ever. Honestly. A pick-up truck almost crashed into me, I lost my visa card (only to find the store employees had wonderfully rescued it), and some biological things were on the way–lets just leave it at that–it was a downright stress-filled day.
Then, at Subway, getting dinner for my family, I looked up.
“FOUR BOMBINGS IN PARIS” a news station screamed at me. Even then I didn’t register the magnitude of what had happened. I wonder now if others in America grasped the sheer depth of horror the Parisians were feeling, the moment those first news reports came in.
However, that initial caption did give me pause.
“This really wasn’t that bad a day.” I murmured to myself as I ordered.
The evening ticked on. My boyfriend walked in, dad read the newspaper, and I helped mom clean up the kitchen. I remembered the news broadcast and absent-mindedly clicked on MSNBC.
I think it was around that time when America was just coming to terms with exactly how devastating the attacks in Paris were. The news reports became more detailed as information flowed into the stations. No longer was this an “Oh, I’m sorry this happened–I hope everyone’s alright” reaction but an “Oh my God”, plain and simple. The more news that flowed in, the more reality set: this was the kind of world we now live in.
What was most devastating, I’m sure to a lot of people, was the Bataclan massacre. Inside the theater, Eagles of Death Metal rocked on. Then gunfire rang out over the crowd. People ran, hid, hung off of windowsills, and laid under dead bodies to preserve their lives. A video has surfaced on YouTube of the band reacting to the shooting. One member immediately ran for the door, another stood stunned, and the drummer ducked behind his drums. Worst of all: another video on YouTube is of the alleyway as people run from the theater. It is raw in nature and I advise caution if you go searching for it. There is plenty of blood and terror to be seen. Hence why I don’t post it here (also out of respect for the victims).
My family and I have stayed glued to the news stations all weekend. CNN and MSNBC have been on repeat, only turned off when I finally went to bed.
I can’t believe that this is the world we live in. I briefly remember a time before September 11th where security was lax, where a person didn’t have to take out liquid or sharp objects in order to board a plane. Even shorter do I remember the days directly after September 11th: where the planes didn’t fly, where America was unsettled and unsure, no longer indestructible… but victimized and angry.
Our hearts and prayers are with the people of Paris. I can’t even imagine being in that kind of situation. Well, I mean, I could as a writer, but I wouldn’t want to be. Even yesterday while thousands came out to the Paris memorial, there was a sense of determination but also panic. News clips showed a square emptying due to fireworks being set off.
Like how Paris stood with us on September 11th, we shall stand with them. I pray for Paris; pray for solidarity in peace for all. I pray for safety for my family, friends, and the world as a whole. I pray for terrorism to be decimated and ideologies reexamined.
In the words of John Lennon:
“Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one.”
May God bless us all.