Born and raised in the rolling foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, Robert C. Murray spent his childhood exploring every corner of his back yard inventing worlds from the shrubs and stones. When not outside or ankle-deep in Lego bricks (more worlds to invent) he had his nose in a book: fiction, non-fiction, reference, the occasional thick menu. Much like Hemingway, he used a toy typewriter (and his cub reporter sister) to pioneer independent publishing with a homemade newspaper.
RCM has made your hamburger at McDonald's, filed your HR paperwork, fixed your computer more times than anyone cares to admit, and plays a variety of brass and percussion instruments even when people ask him to stop.
RCM has made your hamburger at McDonald's, filed your HR paperwork, fixed your computer more times than anyone cares to admit, and plays a variety of brass and percussion instruments even when people ask him to stop.
