I am, of course, neither sad, nor heroic nor particularly victimized. What I am is an "ordinary Joe" who was seriously injured six years ago in a suicide bombing while waiting for a bus at the Machane Yehuda open air market in Jerusalem.
Ever since I learned how to write, writing has served as a sort of therapy for me. In the months and years after the bombing, I did an enormous amount of writing. What I was thinking. What I was feeling. How the world reacted to me. How my bombed-out self reacted to the world. Some of the articles were sent to friends and relatives via email lists. Many more of them just sat on my computer. I always meant to do something with them.
Of course, I never got around to it.
This year, I promised myself that I would, at last do something. And since blogging is the best way to do something without having to do all that much (no publishers, no rejections, no work apart from editing), I decided that this was the way to go.
Please comment. I am putting these out so that people will read them. Let me know that you are reading.
3 comments:
Who the heck has time to READ!
And, lulei demistafina, the Celtics must win.
hi gila! i am SO behind on reading your blog... but i wanted to say hi and tell you i AM going to catch up soon. summer break is upon me. :)
I'm not behind and I am waiting for a new post!
Or a visit.
Whichever comes first.
;-)
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