I've been writing for the screen since 1999. I moved from Seattle to Hollywood in November of 2004. Three of my five screenplays are making the rounds.
My latest comedy, FALSE SECURITY, took 2nd place in the WriteSafe.com contest for the third quarter of 2005.
I wrote, produced, and directed a short film titled, Memoir.
I gained representation as a screenwriter in 2006.

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Old Mr. Aardvark was not happy. He lived in a beautiful land and had a lot of money, but no matter how many times he counted his money he got no happier. He had spent his youth making more money than he could ever spend so that his happiness would be assured. Now, very old and very bitter, he summoned his adviser, Badger.

"I'm not happy, Badger and I want to know what you're going to do about it," snuffed Mr. Aardvark.

Badger bared his spiky teeth, for that's how badgers smile, and said sibilantly, "A simple solution is to re-enumerate maximized assets—"

"No!" scruffled Mr. Aardvark, "That's the whole point in a nutshell. Counting my money no longer makes me happy." Mr. Aardvark plucked another red ant from the jar on his desk, bit off its head, and chewed at Badger.

This was a new twist in the old ant eater's snout, thought Badger. Money had always made Mr. Aardvark squiggle with joy. Badger grunted in thought while Mr. Aardvark impatiently nibbled. Badger huffed in concentration until he remembered an article he'd read in Mammal Magazine.

"Perhaps... Just a wild idea..."

Mr. Aardvark clacked his claws on the desk.

Badger dived in, "Perhaps there's a way to make your money make you popular."

Mr. Aardvark paused before nibbling yet another red ant, "But if I'm not popular now do I want to be popular... ever?"

"I have it on very good authority that being popular makes mammals quite happy."

"Really? And how might I become popular?"

Badger, sensing his advantage, broadened his broad chest, crossed his claws, and pontificated, "Simple stuff. The land of Hollywood is always looking to make mammals popular."

"The land of Hollywood?" fluffled Mr. Aardvark.

"The very same."

Mr. Aardvark was nonplussed but Badger barreled ahead, "It's very simple stuff—they tell stories all animals love. All we need do is have Hollywood tell a lovable story about you and popularity follows."

Mr. Aardvark's tiny marbly eyes gleamed for a moment, then he squinted at Badger and gruffed, "But we don't know frick from frack in that faraway land."

Badger clicked his claws and said, "It just so happens I know a Hollywood drake who knows a Hollywood monkey and most importantly: I have a Hollywood plan."

Mr. Aardvark squiggled and declared, "Then let it be so, Badger! Go forth to the land of Hollywood and make me popular!"

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