Dear Neighbors Northers,
I know. Strange, isn’t it. No posts in months, then two in one week? All these months you haven’t heard boo from me, I’ve been working on Traveling to Palestine, a novel I first-drafted ages ago in the Obama era. The political event–disaster?–of Nov. 9, 2016 compelled me to take T to Pal out of the drawer. T to Pal is about a young woman navigating an America she didn’t think was after her father is deported back to Iraq. Her story intersects with three other young women impacted by war: Rachel Corrie, Jessica Lynch, and Lynndie England. Below are musings on how the writing work is going. Think of it as my most recent confession.
I will not write about Traveling to Palestine
For this hour I will not write of Traveling to Palestine.
I will write of other things. Or nothing.
How my ink fades on the page. Maybe I will write of that.
I will write of rhubarb, blindness, and the young men in sharkskin suits who shake their legs while tapping laptops.
I will write of people who go to jail for protesting wars, people who cut through chain link fencing and spill vials of their own blood.
It seems like I have so much time, when I don’t.
And I am not sure I will solve the problems in Traveling to Palestine. Perhaps I will not. Perhaps I will be dragged down by them and never come back up.