Today I uploaded a poem that I wrote in 2001. I wrote it exactly one month before the 9-11 tragedies. A large part of my writing has to do with heroism in one form or another. It is how my characters are tested and pushed to their limits, mentally and physically. Please check out my poem called Generations, on the Poems menu, or by clicking here. The author notes at the end of the poem tell a little more. Please consider leaving feedback. Thank you!
I am now writing my first autopsy. I'm writing from behind the observation glass, but it's still pretty gruesome. Detective Riley has remote control of the cameras and is zooming in on some nasty injuries. Not his favorite thing, but part of the job. He's just glad they spent the extra money on an isolated ventilation system, so he can't smell anything. Hearing and seeing are bad enough. But very enlightening.
Ran across a quote that is often posted outside autopsy rooms:
Hic locus est ubi mors gaudet succurrere vitae."
Let idle talk be silenced.
Let laughter be banished.
This is the place where death rejoices to help those who live.
Getting ready to go visit the Kitsap County Morgue for research purposes. Greg Sandstrom, the Kitsap County Coroner, has been very helpful in answering many questions about police procedure and jurisdiction of body versus scene, and where they (quite literally) overlap.