Richard White

March of the Writers – Day 5 – Your Origins Story.

Origins Story: Where the Writing Began Like a lot of writers, I can trace the moment the writing bug bit me. I was a teenager in a mental health retreat. One of the case workers there encouraged me to start writing down how I felt. …

The Builder Phase: Where you are and where you’re going – March of the Writers Day 4

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.

Cover Stars: Yes, You’re Supposed to Judge a Book by Its Cover

March of the Writers – Day 3 “Never judge a book by its cover” might be kind advice for humans, but it’s terrible advice for publishing. Readers judge covers instantly. In seconds. Before a synopsis. Before a review. Before a single word. And they should. …

Genre-lly Speaking – March of the Writers Day 2

I write psychological thrillers and speculative suspense. I’m drawn to stories that live in the tension between truth and perception—where nothing is entirely stable and every revelation reshapes what came before it. My work often stands in the long shadow of real historical events, exploring …

Who 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 …

A 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 …

When 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.

A 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.

A 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 …

Whiskey 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 …