About Me

Kirk Brown hails from a small town outside of Grand Rapids, Michigan. He is a current college student in his senior year at Compass College of Film and Media and is pursuing a bachelor's degree in cinematic arts and media, focusing on writing and storytelling. He has written multiple short stories and screenplays in a variety of genres.

If he is not writing, he is watching his favorite movies and tv shows and studying their scripts. Kirk is a lover of all things creative and artistic. He is a traveler and has visited multiple states around the U.S. as well as traveling around Europe. Kirk is also a single father to his three year old daughter and his Siberian husky.


Stay in touch with Kirk:

Website: Penned in White

Email: kirkbrownwrites@gmail.com

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