William Alan Webb
Despite persistent rumors, Bill does not have Besquith ancestors, and he is not the result of a failed genetic experiment; he just looks that way. Born in the badlands of West Tennessee, he foraged for food and shelter in the perilous world of his parents’ home until age 21. They used the term ‘mooching;’ he saw it as wilderness survival.
Regardless of semantics, a lifetime of sloth and hedonism convinced his wife Kathy that he was a great catch, and by the time she realized her mistake, it was too late. There were kids and dogs and bills and a mortgage, and he had correctly calculated that she would decide that kicking him to the curb was too much trouble.
Having more time than brains, he attended the University of Memphis while majoring (more or less) in Creative Writing. (The university’s English Department would say ‘less.’) Ignoring the standard four-year schedule, he instead chose the more leisurely 38-year plan. This allowed him to be heavily involved in his children’s lives, which repeatedly embarrassed them in their teenage years. That, of course, was the point.
Then, in one fevered month year, 2014-2015, he wrote the two books that launched the writing career the world had successfully avoided until that moment. The rest, of course, is infamy.
Bill now lives in [REDACTED] with [REDACTED].
Bill has four books with CKP, “High Mountain Hunters” with Seventh Seal Press, “The Trashman” and “A Bullet for the Shooter” with Hit World Press, and “Have Keyboard, Will Type” with Quillcraft Press, as well as a number of short stories in various anthologies.