This is NOT fiction. All these things happened. I call the writing memoir.
On Thursday, August 2, 1990, Iraqi forces overran Kuwait. I was living and working in Kuwait and heard two tremendous explosions–shots heard around the world one might say–at 530 a.m. I begin this blog on the 20th anniversary of this date, an event whose consequences are with us, both Americans and many other nationalities, still.
I have written and revised this manuscript repeatedly since I left Iraq in December 1990 after 125 days of captivity. Out of 125 days as a “detainee,” I spent more than 100 days living inside Asmida, an operating oil refinery; hence, I chose the logo. If I squint, I can imagine the refinery towers as prison bars, as minarets, as . . .
My intention is to upload parts of my existing manuscript in serial form from now until December. If you enjoy the story please tell me and forward the link to friends you think might also enjoy it. I will be deeply grateful for any feedback on the writing and/or on my choices, whether this feedback be supportive or critical.
The text is copyrighted but in flux. If you are or know an agent or publisher interested in working with me, please contact me.
The header image is adapted from the photo “Refinery” by arbyreed on Flickr and is used under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.