How a writer’s first job is worth it: ‘My dream is to be a writer’

In his early twenties, Stephen R. King began writing his first novel.

He was an avid reader of the magazine Good Housekeeping, and he was hooked on the idea of becoming a journalist.

King, who is now 87 years old, spent his first year at The New York Times and published his first story in the magazine.

After a few years, King was hired by a local radio station to write about the life of an African-American family in Detroit, and the resulting series became a national hit.

He later worked for the Times and for The Associated Press, where he became one of the first black journalists to write for the newsroom.

“I didn’t expect to be as good as I am now,” King told Vice News in an interview in February.

“My dream was to be one of those reporters who did things the right way.

The thing I was most impressed by was how they did it with a real sense of integrity and fairness.”

After a long day at work, King and his colleague would have dinner together and discuss stories that were written for the station.

When he was done, he’d return to the office and resume his reporting.

But King wasn’t always a good journalist.

During his career, he has said that he was treated unfairly because of his race and his experience.

“It’s something that I’ve learned to take more seriously,” King said.

“If you’re treated badly, you’ve got to do better.”

A career in journalism is not a career for the faint of heart—King, a retired journalist, said he was not interested in the limelight.

He said that his goal was to write stories that would have a lasting impact on the community.

He would often go into work with a smile on his face, which was unusual for him.

“You’re going to find a lot of people, black and white, who are very protective of what they’re doing, and they want to make sure that their stories get the attention that they deserve,” King, a writer, told Vice.

“That’s the beauty of being a journalist, is that you can make people feel good about themselves.”

The good life King said was hard to come by.

In his book, The Life of the American Dream, King described being born in Detroit and growing up in the city, where his father was a janitor.

He described how his mother, who was African-Canadian, was one of several white mothers in the community that encouraged him to learn to read.

“When I got older, I got a little bit of a taste for journalism and it just sort of snowballed into this idea of reporting, and then the idea that I was going to be doing this for the rest of my life, and it was kind of like a snowball effect,” King wrote.

King said he had a dream to be “a writer” but that he never got around to it.

“For me, the reason I never got to write anything, I didn’t have a good time,” King explained.

“But for a lot that I did write, I had a lot to do.”