I knew I was in for a career change several years ago when I
worked as a nurse in the Intensive Care Unit of a large
metropolitan hospital, and admitted a young man with a golf club
embedded in his skull. Not to be confused with the patient who'd
been shot through the eye with an arrow, or the one who'd been
crushed in an industrial-sized trash compactor, we stabilized
Golf-Club Man enough to turn him over to the neurosurgeons in
the Operating Room.
I loved my job. It was full of challenges, frequent
adrenaline rushes and great camaraderie, and I never thought of
doing anything else until I went back to school to study
history. It was a great escape, learning about the past, and
when I studied the Medieval period, it seemed just as strange as
some of the things I saw every day in the ICU.

While my three kids were small (check out the picture above and
you can see that they've grown up now) I worked in the hospital's
outpatient clinic, and did some moonlighting in critical care
during the evening shift. It was tough to go to sleep after
those stressful nights at work, so I started to spend an hour or
so writing before going to bed.
Writing
about the historical characters I'd encountered was a good way
to unwind from a crazy day - or night - in the unit. I soon
started making up characters and putting them into historical
settings, which is how The Bride of Windermere, my first book,
was created.
Harlequin bought that book and wanted more, but I didn't give
up my day job. At least, not until one day at work when I took
care of a man who'd attempted suicide by stabbing himself in the
abdomen. He was despondent for having attacked his brother with
a golf club . . . |