J.R. White

I like to do things a bit differently around here, mixing genres, bending rules and exploring themes in the pursuit of one grand goal – your entertainment.

That’s the point, you see. That’s why I write, and why reading remains my first love.

Growing up, reading was an instant doorway to adventure and a conduit to fresh ideas and strange minds. It was reading that turned rainy afternoons into wild wanderings and dark nights into shadowy misadventures.

Later, the embers fanned by my reading grew into real adventures in the physical world. Voyages at sea across the Atlantic, through the Straits of Gibraltar and North of the Arctic Circle. Hikes atop the jagged cliffs of Scandinavia and among the gnarled saguaros of Arizona.

Fighting in a chain-link cage before a roaring crowd.

The raw power of the written word started all of that.