shayna grissom

  • The Ivy Noose and that time I signed with a homophobe

    Yeah… It’s exactly how it sounds. Let’s make things clear. I’m a Bi, Pan, Queer, whatever. Maybe it’s because I’m an elder queer or maybe it’s because I’m innately stubborn and dislike labels of any kind, but I grew up in a slightly less accepting time. I didn’t know what being a “dyke” meant in… Read more

  • The Cuckoo’s Nest

    There are many reasons why I write, but one of the biggest reasons is the little high I get from living in my own little worlds for a time. No matter how many books I write, I get that feeling of “Oh this is so fucking good!” and I just get so high on my… Read more

  • Inspired

    Ah, nothing like a good rainy Seattle outing to the largest Oddity and Curiosity expose to further inspire the macabre. I’m telling you, between my husband’s Horror Film Extravaganza, the steadfast diet of horror books, I thought I was full of dead things and weird stories, but this month has been bountiful. I took a… Read more

  • Tis the Season

    One of the most romantic things my husband has ever done is to whisk me away to LA where we stayed on the supposedly haunted Queen Mary. From there, we went to LACMA and saw Guillermo Del Toro’s At Home With Monster’s exhibit. This year isn’t so grand, it’s simply spinning a wheel of horror… Read more

  • Swept away

    The advice of all writing advice, the one we all know in our soul to be true but don’t get around to nearly as much. I don’t need to say it, if you’re a writer and you read the title, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Now, before you assume I’m a writer here… Read more