J.D. Strickland is a bestselling author, who also happens to be a skeleton. He has fame, money, and runaway success. However, he isn't feeling creatively fulfilled. He wants to leave behind his popular series of 'Skeleton Books' ('Skeleton In Space,' 'Skeleton of the Sahara,' Dial S ... for Skeleton!') and write a novel about real people, living real lives; he longs to finally be what he's always dreamed of being: 'a voice for those in the world who have no voice to tell their own stories.'    His publisher, though, is none too happy about this. Will our bony, literary hero find a way to appease his creative spirit, or will he be forced to sell out by those who control his creative strings?