My epiphany arrived at two in the morning as my car was yawing across an icy road on my way to the hospital where I worked. I was responding to a call from my resident who needed help with a twenty-one year-old who'd crashed his Harley and was brought to the ER with an L-shaped leg. "The dude's got two knees--on the same leg," was the way he described it.
Three hours later, as I kicked my my bloodied scrub suit across the surgical dressing room, my sleep-deprived brain screamed at me. "Who needs this? Get a life!"
Other than putting back together Humpty-Dumptys like the tattooed genius I'd just finished working on, what could I do?
What'll I write about?
"Anything that comes into your head. Your experiences. The stuff you've been scribbling for years in those little notebooks, paper napkins, assorted scraps of paper."
Like What I Did On My Summer Vacation?
"That's a start. Lots of suspense, tension."
So I started writing and never stopped. I've just published my twelfth book.
And I've run out of space.If you're really interested in what I did on my summer vacation see below.