I took to the creative urge of writing as a child when I went door to door, selling comic books I wrote and illustrated. After a brief hiatus, I picked up writing in high school, completing many children’s stories. One of these actually got an honorable mention in a contest. Then they spelled "Jay" wrong on the plaque. Sheesh. Writers can be jerks. During college, I took advantage of student loans, trekking through the Old World and writing travelogues. I am currently editing my precious baby, "Throttling the Bard"--a cunning blend of "Don Quixote" meets "Easy Rider." I've recently had my Christmas short, "Better Baking Through Thermodynamics" accepted into an anthology called "Dear Santa, Let Me Exlpain..."
Therefore, I am an up-and-coming writer in my own mind, often dreaming of reading to sold out international audiences, then being whisked away with my rocket jetpack. Not bored yet? Read about my book:
Throttling the Bard.
Within the seemingly pristine halls of academia lurks the seedy underbelly of financial aide and an English professor in Las Vegas who has been bilking that system for many years. When the Great Basin Student Loan Corporation discovers Dr. Don Vendicarsi’s illegal means of obtaining student loans, they send a courier demanding his presence at their Reno office. Fearing that his teaching career will end prematurely, Vendicarsi rides to Reno to face off against the inscrutable loan board. Doctoral candidate and big dreamer Quentin Mann goes along for the ride, thinking that the trip is the perfect opportunity to force comments from his professor regarding his dissertation. Together they embark on a quixotic motorcycle road trip across Nevada where they encounter everyday Americana: a book burning cult, drugs, enchanting women, and the Burning Man arts festival. Harried by the repeated phone calls from Great Basin and inspired by a demolitions expert at Burning Man, Vendicarsi steals the necessary explosives to incinerate all of the student loan records, while Quentin realizes that spending borrowed money on yet another degree is not what he needs to become a recognized author. The mad professor’s final charge against the inanimate office building boasts only of marginal skills with volatile chemicals explodes into a dramatic conclusion. Sentenced to a life in prison, Vendicarsi finally realizes he was only tilting at windmills.
