What 9/11 Means to Me and My Novel, Sprinter
|It's been 17 years since terrorists crashed two planes into the World Trade Center, killing almost 3,000 people including rescuers. One plane crashed into the Pentagon, killing nearly 200. The plane that was bound for another target crashed into a field, the lives of those on the plane numbering 40 people. Most of us remember where we were on 9/11/01. Some lost family, friends, and loved ones.|
In 2006, my dear cousin, Alyssa, and I took a road trip to New York City with a Polish opera singer. But that's another story...
Ten years later in 2016, my husband and I went to New York City to visit my author friend, Rachel Printy, and my cousin, Allie. We went to the National September 11th Memorial Museum and visited the reflecting pools.
In 2001, I didn't know anyone living in New York City. Now in 2018, I have family and friends there. I still shed tears when I see images and video of the senseless and brutal murders of that awful day.
In my novel, Sprinter (currently unpublished), a runner named Riley suffers from PTSD fourteen years after her mother's murder at the 1986 Athens Marathon.
My goal is to have the novel traditionally published, and that's why I'm seeking a literary agent. It's a long process which involves a lot of rejection emails (I'm up to 23 so far).