Anything "criminal" about your road to publication?
Who me? Criminal? I'm the pediatrician here, remember? Lil Miss Mary Sunshine.
So no, of course not...well, unless you're counting the time I was doing 112 mph outside of Las Vegas. Didn't even get a speeding ticket--only a "misuse of natural resources" citation.
Yes, the Nevada State Trooper was gorgeous, nice, and, the best quality any man can have, a Joe Paterno, Penn State Fan!
No, sigh, I never met him again. Was on my way to work on the Navajo Reservation and spent the next two months far from any cities.
Hmmm....there was also the time I hi-jacked an ambulance (and its crew, but they came along pretty willingly after a promise of home-made chocolate chip cookies and a six pack of Yuengling) to go after a sick baby in white-out conditions.
Or the time when I was almost arrested in Ohio for failure to pay the turnpike toll--we were running code 3 a critical newborn and the first toll gate operator let us pass without a ticket, the second argued and wanted us to wait for a supervisor (which he said would take at least 20-30 minutes) so under my orders the ambulance just drove past him and a Statie pulled us over.
Then I just smiled my innocent, "hey, I'm just a baby doctor", smile. He tipped his hat and told the driver to "hang on to his tail lights" and proceeded to give us a high-speed escort all the way home to Childrens.
Wait, and then there was the case, way back when, when I was just a baby baby doc. My first court case. And it was a doozy. Myself, the police detective, and an ambitious ADA convinced the DA to let us go to trial on what was then unheard of: multiple felony rape charges based on a 12 year old's allegations against her stepfather....with no physical evidence (at least none when we convinced the DA to move forward).
The twelve year old was on the stand before me, they kept her there for over two hours. After, there was a short recess and she came out of the courtroom, weeping. Her mother followed, cursing and yelling and telling the girl she was a lying, no good, so and so, slut......yeah, mom was defending step-dad for repeatedly raping her daughter since the girl was eight.
Time stopped. The only sound the muffled sniffs of the girl crying behind me.
The woman (I won't call her a mother, she forfeited that right, IMO) stopped. Frozen, her fist still raised.
I stared at her. She stared at me.
Then she shuffled backwards. Lowered her hand, stared at her fist like she forgot it was there.
About that time the judge who had come out for a cigarette break called the bailiff and they took her away in handcuffs.
Most importantly, we won the case--made PA legal history (or so I was told by the ADA) for nailing the SOB for five counts of felony rape! All because of that one girl's courage.
And that's when I decided that working the ER and abuse cases was my destiny. To this day, that girl is my hero.
So what criminal bodies are buried in your life? C'mon, we're all friends here, you can share with us.....just don't be surprised if your stories end up in one of our novels, lol!
Thanks for reading!
PS: I won't be answering comments until late--I'm going to be a "guest" of the FBI's all day. Hopefully they'll release me in time to respond to comments later tonight, if not, send lawyers, guns, and money!
As a pediatric ER doctor, CJ Lyons has lived the life she writes about in her cutting edge suspense novels. Her debut, LIFELINES (Berkley, March 2008), became a National Bestseller and Publishers Weekly proclaimed it a "breathtakingly fast-paced medical thriller."
The second in the series, WARNING SIGNS, was released January, 2009 and the third, URGENT CARE, is due out October, 2009. Contact her at http://www.cjlyons.net