Bill Miller started his writing career as most good writers do, as a reader. He will freely admit that reading saved his life by introducing him to
worlds beyond the one he knew. And then, as most writers do, he found other work to support himself.  And gave up all hope of ever writing for a
living. His solace was writing in his journals, and in raising his children. He was the father to them that he had never had. And books. And people, if always from a writer’s distance.
 
The fascination with written words has never left him. He loves to read other people’s work, whether published or not. He has finished a memoir
and has other books and poems in scattered places. He believes in the power of words, the power of the pen, even now when the climate of words has changed as dramatically as the world’s weather climate.
 
Well, says his friend the narrator who often speaks out of turn. Don’t be so bleak! We also have art and photography and theatre and film. And good old-fashioned conversation. And don’t look now, but there is even that most ancient of change agents, falling in love with all the hurricanes and rainbows that can render.
 
Yes, says Bill, which is the name the writer uses. All those things are true. Let’s stay the course. Let’s write like the wind, as Bill Downey used to say.
 
And so, the two friendly enemies, writer and narrator, will continue. Please join them, and us. Drop us a line. We’d love to hear from you. Check our agency website too if you have written something you’d like us to read. We love a good story!