I’m an accidental publisher. I never intended to go the route I have, starting my own publishing company. I had an agent, and I was doing what I wanted to do: writing quality fiction.
When I took my first creative writing class, a poetry class, in college at the University of Denver, I did it because I needed to fill in some credit hours.
Sometime today I will hit 500,000 views for this page on Red Room. It was just a little over a year ago I reached one-quarter million. That’s not viral. That’s simply steady writing.
Sometime today I will hit 500,000 views for this page on Red Room. It was just a little over a year ago I reached one-quarter million. That’s not viral. That’s simply steady writing.
Yesterday I received a text that said, “This is Whit’s sister. He is in hospice in deep sleep with end stage liver disease. Prognosis is days to a week or so. Call me if you like.”
When I first started writing, I aimed to be a “serious young writer,” which is why after working as a stock clerk at a Hollywood camera store and then as a tile salesman in the San Fernando Va