This morning the sky is blue, but winds are heaving massive branches of the big oak tree, swaying them up and down, side to side in waves. A storm is coming. I love to sit at the window with my morning coffee and my thoughts.
It has been almost 5 years since I retired from the hospital Emergency Room where I worked for two decades, and yet it’s still an incredible luxury not to have to drag myself out of bed at 5:30 in the morning, throw myself together, and rush to work before 7 a.m. then work at high intensity and high-speed all day and come home both wired and dog-tired. My first action was always to kick off my shoes at the door and collapse into this same chair by the window to wait for my racing pulse to slow down, as I watched the twilight falling. On the days I worked at the hospital, I never saw the morning. On the days I didn’t work, I slept late, till 9 o’clock, and still missed the early light, so lovely, so gentle, and so quiet.
I’m writing the chapters about ER now. There are so many stories, and each one has its own message. The more I write, the more clearly I can see myself and the people who have walked part of the path of my life with me, or simply passed through the periphery of it. And the more I see, the more compassion I feel, for all of us.
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Of the trilogy, Victory Is My Name, Book 1: The Burning Barrel is now available from Internet or brick and mortar bookshops. The e-book is available at your favorite web booksellers. Search by author, Victoria Chames. Publishers’s sampler: http://www.darkhorsepress.com/sampler-victory.html
If you are interested in being a Beta Reader for the first draft of Victory Is My Name, Book Two: The West Bank, now in progress, please contact me through email: “Victory” at Darkhorse Press dot com. Thank you.
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