I gave up blogging for a long time. Not because I had anything against it, mind you. I just lost the drive to write. Once that was rekindled, I began to realize that I needed a source to motivate me to write every day, or at least every other day in some form or another. So here I am again, taking the plunge into publicly chronicling aspects of my life. My other blog was anonymous. I say that of course, with a grain of salt, as nothing is really anonymous on the web these days. Let’s just say I didn’t want to be a public persona at the time.
So, hi, I’m Dave, and I’m a writer (No, I haven’t been through a 12-step program). I began writing while working as a paramedic in Brooklyn back in the mid-1980’s, a career that I cherish to this day. I had to leave it behind, in part because it all became too much. I grew disillusioned with the healthcare industry in general, and left it behind in 2000 after moving to Rochester, NY, where I currently live. I spent 1999-2000 working as an organ procurement coordinator with the local organ procurement organization here in Rochester. What’s that, you ask? it’s the organization that’s responsible for the recovery of donated organs within a certain geographical region. Basically, I was responsible for communicating with the donating and recovering surgical teams, running the donor information through the national organ donor database, and offering eligible organs to particular transplant centers, based on what the list showed. I also worked in the operating room, assisting the surgeon during the recovery process, and prepping the recovered organs for transplant. Ill get into more detail at some point, but that’s the crux of things.
As I said, I started writing while a paramedic. I was in graduate school at the time, at NY Medical College in Valhalla, NY. I was in a specialized program for an MPH in Emergency Medical Services. One of my instructors sat on the editorial board of a national EMS journal, and told us that if anyone wanted to try their hand at writing articles for the magazine, that he’d help us out.
So, I stupidly tried it. Incredibly, the magazine liked what I wrote, and they wanted more.
It was a “be careful what you wish for” moment, but one that would have significant consequences for my future. I found that I really enjoyed writing, and being appreciated for what I wrote. I learned the craft the old fashioned way, under the tutelage of an editor. I wrote for that magazine for 11 years, and became a member of its editorial board for 8 of those years.
I’m going to stop here for now. More to come later.