Whiting’s writing life began early, but for most of it, he didn’t really see it as a career.
More like a reflex.
He wrote poems for family. He wrote poems for colleagues. He wrote poems for his students.
“I would write a poem for a kid that was having a bad day, or to help a teacher make a lesson plan a little more fun,” Whiting said.
He also wrote and played music from an early age — another way he stayed connected to the mental work of rhyme and cadence.
“But I’d never really considered myself to be a poet,” he said.
Publishing felt outside the realm of possibility. The process was complicated. And his writing existed best in ordinary, everyday spaces.
Whiting’s turning point as a writer came when he met his wife, Jo Gilley, in 2018.
One Christmas Eve after they’d started dating, he broke out “The Wish Crackler” and read it to her.
“As soon as I was done, Jo was like, ‘That’s a book,’” Whiting said.
But unlike others who had encouraged him casually, she could see and plan a path forward. A graphic designer and editor, she had a family history in sales and business that helped her see what he didn’t: potential.
She took action, and her present to Whiting for his next birthday was to pay for an illustrator who created drawings for “The Wish Crackler.”
Their first run was imperfect and small, just a hundred copies of the book. Still, those copies disappeared quickly. And the positive feedback piled up.
The next edition was printed more professionally, and it was bigger — 500 copies.
They sold out again.
And again.
Jo then asked the obvious question. “What other poems do you have?”
Endless poems, Whiting thought.
He had ideas upon ideas. They were just waiting for someone to believe in them.