Victor Izes, now thirty years of age, recalls the events leading up to the day he viciously murdered his father less than a decade ago. As he tries to make sense of the madness that gripped his fateful act, he anticipates opening a lengthy letter that he recently received from his former girlfriend - his very first love - Bree Yeager. She sent it to the maximum security state hospital where Victor bides his time, waiting for his release back into society, for he is certain that he has regained his sanity. "...Gazing out the window, I witnessed the beauty of the season - lush and abundant. But where was I? Winter disappeared into spring, and, like winter, I too disappeared. Where was my spring? My winter of delirium remained and grew into an unknown season of psychosis, yielding invisible blossoms, blistering my mind. The condition I experienced is now distinct. And, although I couldn't see it then, I can see it clearly as I look back, like a child looking through a window. I want to shake the fiend out of my body, out of my mind, but it's too late. Any wish I have to return to that moment is wasted. My memory serves me well, however, and I see him - him that is I, standing before the outset of fear. There he is, Victor Izes, smoking a Chesterfield cigarette in the window of his room, thinking thoughts absurd about a Japanese woodcut and a silent war."
About the Author: I don't feel right unless I write each day. I started writing on a regular basis during the final year of my undergraduate studies at Temple University in Philadelphia where I earned a BA in Education. While completing my student-teaching requirements, I began dissecting the inner workings of the great American novels - the classics - uncovering the elements of literature that work so eloquently together as a formula for expression, for creativity, for universal meaning and much, much more. That was over twenty years ago. Since then I have been quite a busy mother of three, quite a busy English teacher of countless high school students, and quite a busy writer. I have written two novels and have started a third. My first novel, Victim of Denial, was in response to my teaching. Then I wrote my second novel Hair Tea as a means of quick escape each day from the stresses that went along with completing my Master's Thesis before receiving my MA in Education from Gratz College. Novel writing encompasses a genre that allows me to free my spirit. It allows me to dig deep into my subconscious mind and find new meaning in life. I find great joy in the writing process. To create characters, settings, plots, and themes is a force that drives me. Writing is my ambrosial nectar - the pulp of my life. It is a wonderful way for me to inspire my own children, my students, and my readers alike. But, above all, I just write because it's right for me.