I always thought that my job,or better yet-a day of my job, would make a great book. I had all of the ingredients for a good story, some crazy characters, life and death situations, a ticking clock to add suspense, a pace that goes from auto-pilot to full throttle when you least expect it, and most importantly, a beginning, a middle, and an end.
What seems a lifetime ago I decided to go ahead with my plan to write the Great American Novel. On the way to work one random day I absorbed my surroundings a little more than usual, and made notes in a little pad that I bought just for that purpose. At the station I tried to remember conversations, and wrote remarks made, jokes told and anything else that caught my interest in my notebook. On calls, after the smoke had cleared, sometimes literally, I would get back to the pad and make more notes. When I called home, again I wrote down little nuances of my conversations with Cheryl, and added some thoughts and descriptions of our life together.
The shift went on for thirty-four hours, and those notes became Rescuing Providence, which was published in 2007 by Paladin Press. But the story did not end there, it was only half way through. The next day, I started a thirty-eight hour tour, and continued to write down everything that happened during that time. Three years later I finished putting those notes into book form, and those notes became Responding, published this week by Emergency Publishing.