Thanks MM!
There may actually be some issues with that, with life-changing inheritances. We don't know if Robbie left cash behind for Wally and Clara's brood, and we don't know what impact this will have on Hank's more blue-collar family, although they'll probably spend their time arguing over who gets the Ram truck.
Thank you very much! It dawned on me that there was some unfinished business with Ella, and since she was in New York, it was cool to draw her into the story.
I remember that as well. The initial shock and horror giving way to...weirdness.
Well, Jeremy is all ready for me to finish up by September 29 because he thinks I've covered all there is to cover. He's wrong, and I'm not doing that. We'll make it to Thanksgiving, at least.
September 11, 2001
10:15am: Tribeca
I surveyed the scene in front of me, pondering how best to explain our next move to my devastated family. Brad and Will were huddled on the floor, while Darius and JJ sat with Stefan, looking stunned, with tears pouring down their faces. I knew that I would feel their pain, and I knew how horrible it would be, but I had buried that for the time being. I had gone fully into crisis mode, and that had given me the distraction I needed to avo
Thanks for reading (and re-reading) all those stories. And thanks for working your way through a tough chapter. I'm not planning any more fatalities for this story. We have our body count, now we just have to deal with it.
Thanks for the review! I'm sorry it was tough news, but it was a tough event. It's funny you mention the whole "dealing with it" thing. That's taking a hell of a lot longer to write than I had planned.
Yeah, the German army learned about that whole "just following orders" thing. I'll bet that to do as well as Hank did in the police department, she had to pretty much toe the line.
August 30, 1798
Aboard Dove
Winkler stood on the forecastle of the brig, watching as the water sprayed away from her bow as it sank into the sea. Dove was a courier brig, with a minimal crew. She only carried ten guns, and they were 12-pound carronades. It was just enough to frighten off a would-be pirate or privateer. It was a brisk night for the end of August, but Winkler was enjoying the fresh air up on deck. He had grown to appreciate Granger’s ships, where they tried
Duh. :-)
Thanks for that blog entry and the really awesome comments. I've had the sequence for that part of the story in my brain for at least a year, and I think I've lived it quite a few times as a result. That helps make it come out better, I think.
This is one of the few chapters I've written where I went back and read it and I cried. I would have felt like a huge pussy if Sharon wouldn't have said it made her tear up too. Sometimes tragedy is necessary in a story, especially when it's about such a tragic event.
You're safe for now. I'm done killing people off.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for your support and positive feedback. Other than a few bitchy responses, everyone has been awesome. These weren't easy chapters for me to write, and to be honest, they bummed me out for a couple of days (maybe longer) after I wrote them.
Thanks for the review, and for your comments.
There were some really interesting miracle stories. The two primary ones were the device I used (The South Tower Stairwell A escape route), and one I didn't, which was those who survived the North Tower collapse while inside a stairwell.
Thanks Edward. I used a few of those Kleenex things when I wrote it. I think that how they handle things over the next week will largely determine how well they all end up coping with the deaths.