grayson ford.|
Horror Author. Mystery Writer. The Dark Write.
GRAYSON FORD
Grayson Ford is a retired bull rider from Montana who traded the chutes for a typewriter after suffering a hard fall and a bump to the head.
Ford writes from an undisclosed corner in Texas, crafting tense thrillers marked by sudden turns and psychological grit. He is the author of The Woman in Black and The Street King.
When not writing, Grayson Ford enjoys a good bourbon and good old fashioned blues. He lives alone with his Bluetick named, Otis.
RICHARD M.G.
Before I start, I like to stress that I hate talking about myself. That being said, I'm drinking Wild Turkey (neat) and the song playing is "Aero Zeppelin" by Nirvana.
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Cheers!
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I grew up in San Antonio, Texas, the youngest of three. I was raised Catholic up until the age of 13; that's when I watched a George Carlin special on HBO and was never the same since.
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As a kid, my literary diet consisted mostly of Goosebumps. Now, it's a steady feed of Stephen King, Michael Connelly, and Agatha Christie. I still collect Goosebumps, but at this point, it's more of a hobby. And for what it's worth, I've always been drawn to the kind of horror stories
that make you double-check your locks; the kind of novels where the hero is as flawed as the villain, and the line between good and evil is a scribbled mess; and the kind of whodunits where the characters point at each other like the Spider-Man meme.
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​I didn’t catch the writing bug until I was 17, at which point my only method for writing was literally a pen and paper. This spawned the mantra on my writing board: "With a degree, I am told where to go. But with a pen and paper I can go anywhere."
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My first real attempt at a novel came five years later while I was a junior at Sam Houston State University (I majored in Criminal Justice and minored in Psychology. How I minored in Psychology, I have no idea, but it was listed on my transcript when I graduated, a mystery that remains unsolved to this day). One day, I suffered a terrible migraine that forced me to skip classes. Eventually, I went to the library where I wrote until about 9 p.m., grabbed some Whataburger, and then went back to my dorm to write until 3 a.m. I ended up with 150 pages of source material for my upcoming novel, The Three Kings (at that time it was called The Street King).
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​People often ask why I never pursued writing as a career if I enjoyed it so much, and the truth is, I don’t consider myself a writer—just a really good bullshitter. For me, writing is pure bliss, and I tend to keep it that way by not having any boundaries. I can start a sentence with “And” or “But,” and even craft one-word sentences with no objection. (See!)
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When it comes to style, I like to think my work straddles the lines of Michael Connelly’s meticulous detail and Stephen King’s unnerving ability to make the mundane terrifying, all while speaking from the epic and manly voice of Danny Devito.
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​After college, I spent nine years working as a parole officer for the state, with seven of those years spent inside a prison (…as a parole officer! Not an inmate. God, you guys. Get your mind right.) But I like to think that if it wasn’t for those inmates, I wouldn’t be where I am today. You have to have thick skin to be a writer, but even thicker skin to work in a prison.
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- Richard M.G. (duh) - 10/16/24
