Bio: Growing up in the mid-60s midwest was easy for me--I just ignored all the baloney going on, and did my own thing. Cold winters inside messing with electronics; endless summers outside racing go-karts and mowing lawns to support my hobbies.
Oh yeah, and reading. Reading all the time. I always used to say if someone took away my gadgets I'd get mad, but if someone took my books, I'd get even. It still holds true.
After somehow wangling a Computer Science degree out of Northwestern in 1976 I started out at Digital Equipment Corporation. I was one of the poor souls who went on cold calls with hungry salesmen and booted 'em in the shins under the table whenever they promised the customer a bare-bones PDP-11 could handle fast-fourier transforms at some ludicrous sampling rate. Since then I've helped design spacecraft at JPL and, at Rockwell, written part of the flight software for the MX missile, our latest generation ICBM (which the Soviets were never able to match). Most recently, I've done testing on critical defense software.
Among many other things, I like to work with go-karts and electronics and hold radio amateur callsign KI0PF. By now you've probably guessed, and rightly, that I'm an unrepentant gearhead. If it blinks, buzzes, produces RF, or goes preposterously fast, I like it. This probably also explains why I like to read (and write) science fiction. That is, fiction with SCIENCE in it. No spells, elves, magic swords, or suspension of the laws of physics.
My goal is to come up with an entertaining yarn based on solid science that's also populated with likeable (and detestable) characters. Only you can say if I've succeeded.
When high school freshman Lindy O'Brian sees a go-kart in action she dreams of building her own machine. Only a few minor details stand in her way--she's broke, most of her friends think she's nuts, and enemies she didn't even know existed are out to get her. The technical hurdles are nothing compared to the crime she and her friend Burt must solve on their way to building...