There’s a moment in every writer’s life where you stop asking, “Am I really doing this?” and start saying, “Yes. This is the phase.” I’m in my self-publishing era—and I genuinely love it. Not because it’s easy. Because it’s a forge.
Read MoreWho Is This? – March of the Writers Day 1
Who Is This? My name is Richard White. I’m a novelist, an MFA candidate in Creative Writing, and the founder of Whispers in the Dark Press. I write stories that live in the quiet spaces after chaos—where grief lingers, where truth fractures, where the human …
Read MoreFrom Autumn Warmth to Winter Reckoning
Written by @RWhiteAuthor There is a season when the world begins to let go gently. Leaves loosen their grip. Light softens. Even grief feels warmer in the amber hush of October. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind lives in that space—the place where loss has arrived …
Read MoreA Call to Writers: Let’s Build Something Together
Across quiet rooms and late-lit desks, stories are already being written.Not at the perfect moment. Not when the path is clear. Simply now—in the middle of hardship, in the slow turning toward hope, in the deep and restless need to speak. Writers who work in …
Read MoreWhen a Review Becomes a Fireside Conversation 🍂🥃
Some books ask to be finished. Others ask to be savored. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind belongs to the latter—a collection meant for slow evenings, low light, and a glass poured with intention. When a reader described the poems as something to be “sipped like a fine bourbon by a crackling fireplace,” they captured the spirit of the book perfectly. This is poetry that lingers, that speaks softly, and that stays with you long after the final page.
Read MoreA Year Tempered by Wind and Ink
A reflective year in review and a look ahead to 2026—new poetry, Whiskey and the Winter Wind, and the launch of The Gemini Project, an MFA thesis novel exploring truth, power, and deception.
Read MoreComing Soon: Ghost Asset
Richard White’s Breakout Espionage Thriller Debut This is the story that steps out of the shadows. A black sedan disappears into a blizzard on a forgotten stretch of highway. Snow buries the wreckage. Wind scours the road clean. No skid marks. No witnesses. By morning, …
Read MoreA Year in the Echo of Words — A 2025 Reflection
The wheel of the year turned like a slow tide, and here we stand at its close — rich with stories, hardened by truth, softened by grace. In the quiet places between sirens and silence, 2025 became one of reckoning and resolution. This year I …
Read MoreWhiskey and the Winter Wind: A Slow Return to Self
There was a time when the wind was kinder. Whiskey and the Autumn Wind was written in that in-between season—when the air still carried warmth, when loss felt survivable, when reflection arrived with falling leaves instead of ice. Those poems lingered in amber light and …
Read MoreWhen the Wheels Fall Off (Literally and Figuratively)
Life’s been a whirlwind lately—between my Master’s program, EMS shifts, and book marketing, I feel like a tornado that finally stopped spinning. My old truck is gone, my new Dodge Avenger is here, and The Quiet After the Sirens continues to reach hearts.
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