Last year on the anniversary of 9/11 I was listening to NPR’s Morning Edition and their coverage of the memorial stuff going on at the WTC site. I was struck by the structure of the ceremony — there wasn’t just the reading of the names, but also a bell rung at the moments when the planes struck and the buildings collapsed and some other moments marked. It occurred to me that the mourners and officials were trying to, in essence, recreate that day, which seemed really painful and non-productive to me. But I’m also aware that grief, particularly public grief, takes on many forms and no one can say “this is the wrong way.” There are no right or wrong ways.
Still, that feeling stuck with me and started to take shape as a story. Now a little over a year later, that story has been published. If you’re interested, you can read it at Strange Horizons.