Author bios are usually so… boring.
I’ve decided to do something different with mine. If you read more than one of my books, you’ll likely discover new pictures and blurbs from one genre to the next. I figure anyone can do the same old turtleneck sweater, pipe-smoking author bit. No one will remember that same doofus over and over again.
So I figured I’d be a doofus worth remembering.
Here’s a sampler about me. The latter half of each is probably pretty much the same thing repeated. That’s the boring part. The more fun part is the first few lines, paired up with the pictures. Enjoy.
J. D. Brink was not a private detective in the 1940s, but he’d liked to have been. Instead he was born in the 1970s, was a kid at the best time ever to be a kid (the ‘80s), and went to college in the ‘90s. Since then he’s become a sailor, spy, nurse, and officer in the U.S. Navy, as well as a gravedigger, insurance adjuster, and school teacher. Today (New Years, 2016) he and his family are stationed in Japan, where there aren’t enough cheating husbands, missing persons, practicing witches, or hard-boiled mysteries to keep him occupied. In his writing, as in life, Mr. Brink enjoys dabbling in multiple genres.
If taking a college fencing class, eating from the trash can, and smelling like an animal were qualifications for becoming a sword-swinging barbarian, J. D. Brink might be Conan’s protégé. But since that career path seemed less than promising, he has instead been a sailor, spy, nurse, and officer in the U.S. Navy, as well as a gravedigger, insurance adjuster, and school teacher in civilian life. Today (spring, 2016) he and his family are stationed in Japan, where he’s providing a bad example for all Americans. In his writing, as in life, Mr. Brink enjoys dabbling in multiple genres.
Thanks to the costume his wife made him (and having gone off his meds), J. D. Brink thinks he’s a superhero. In his real life adventures, he’s served aboard a warship in the Pacific, collected intel from foreign submarines, stood watch hungover behind a .50-caliber machinegun, and worked the ER at a hospital in Kuwait. Today (summer, 2016) he and his family are stationed in Japan, where weighing 200 pounds and having blue eyes makes it difficult to keep a secret identity. In his writing, as in life, Mr. Brink enjoys dabbling in multiple genres.
Most information pertaining to the man once known as J. D. Brink relates to his time in the Marshman and O’Keefe Traveling Circus, which rode the railways nationwide from 1919 to 1926. Brink was a member of the clown troupe and often wandered the fairgrounds interacting with guests and their families. Police records show that he was accused of pickpocketing in Briar Patch, Illinois in 1923, resulting in a shortened stay for the Circus in that town. The show came under scrutiny again in Rails End, California in the fall of 1925 following a string of murders that coincided with the Circus’s arrival. Some fellow clowns were noted as suspecting Brink but no charges were filed. Brink died later that year in Mourning Dove, Kansas when the House of Mirrors collapsed on top of him, killing him and a young woman that witnesses say he had followed inside.
Today, urban legends claim that by chanting his name in the dark before a mirror will summon the flickering, ghostly image of a mime wearing bowler hat…
Oh, okay. This is all bullshit. But you can still try to mirror trick. See what happens.