Last night after work I went to see the NYC Premiere of Postal, directed by Uwe Boll at the Tribeca Cinemas.  The theater featured a bar, but I was really tired and snuck in my own soda, so I didn't get anything.  The screening was packed, one of the event organizers but Joe Mauceri, let me in!  Joe is awesome!

Uwe Boll was there to introduce the movie.  He's a really wacky guy!  The movie opens with two of the 9/11 terrorists arguing about how many virgins will be waiting for them in heaven...Hilarious!  I laughed the entire time!  Do yourself a favor and check out Postal when it's released in May.

My subway goes above ground in Brooklyn for a few stops; when the train emerged the rain pounded it.  Some of the trains are older and it rained so hard the water seeped into the car.  The rain wanted in...One of my co-workers told me there was a tornado warning last night.  Yikes!

Has it really been six years since 9-11-01?  I remember it was a beautiful day--the sky was the perfect shade of blue and it was still warm out.  I took the day off from work to see my father's eye doctor; Dad wanted me to get a second option about my Dry Eye and like a dutiful daughter I did.  So when they showed the footage of the planes careering towards those magnificent metal,  twin towers, an "11" that glistened in the bright September sun on TV a thousand times throughout the day, it felt like a scene from a really bad movie.

The enormity of it didn’t hit me until I arrived back at my apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn a couple of days later, where I lived at the time.  I used to have a great view of the World Trade Center Towers.  I had to do a double-take when I saw nothing but sky where lives and love used to be...

This morning, the weather in Manhattan was dark and dreary; a deluge of rain did its best to cleanse the City.  It was as though God was crying over this travesty.  How could anyone carry out such a heinous act?  The F train was remarkably empty--there were fewer people than usual--I imagine those who lost loved ones stayed home to grieve and heal…My fellow passengers seemed solemn, deep in thought, instead of their usual morning newspaper.  I arrived early to work and took time out of my busy day to reflect and remember.

Always remember, lest we forget...



 

Over the years, several people have asked me if I've ever written a novel. As a matter a fact I did and it was published when I was a wee, lass of 28! The book is called The Art of Deception; I wrote it in 1996, spent 3 years polishing it and found a publisher for it in 2000. I call it my World Trade Center novel--that's where most of the action in the book takes place.

Here's the copy from the back flap:

New York City can be cruel but not nearly as nasty as Russell Silverburg's former employee, Joan Clifton. After he raped her, she fled to California to create Share Well Industries, a company he is profitably investing his clients' money in. Russell is shocked when Share Well Industries' stock plummets. After some fact checking, he discovers the corporation is a scam Joan devised to get even—a financial rape that will leave Russell defenseless and vulnerable.

You can purchase this title at amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com and allbookstores.com.

Happy reading!