Grayson Bray Morris
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I was born and raised in a small town in North Carolina, in the American South, where I spent my winters buried in books and my summers drinking sweet iced tea and catching crabs in the river.
I wrote my first major opus the year my age hit double digits: 1977, the year Star Wars came out. I sent George Lucas a script for a second movie, first written by hand and then pecked out on the classroom typewriter. It was a pretty stirring script, let me tell you. Sadly, I never heard back. (Hollywood’s a tough nut to crack.) I've kept writing stories ever since.
I left home at 15 to attend the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics. After high school, I briefly tried my hand at art, then earned my bachelor’s degree in math with a hefty helping of astronomy and computer graphics. After college, I programmed parallel digital signal processors way down in their geeky little innards. From 2002 through 2019 I worked as a freelance translator, with the occasional software project on the side. In 2020 I joined an an awesome Dutch tech company as their full-time writer. In 2022 I took a one-year sabbatical to grow vegetables in the garden, devour good books and lectures, and just generally let solitude's gentle acid dissolve the cruft from five outward-facing decades. Now I'm happily back at work, with plans to return to school in the fall as well.
I met my husband in 1995, and in 2002, we moved to the Netherlands, his home country. I currently live in the Haarlemmermeer polder: surrounded by tulip fields, a stone’s throw from Schiphol Airport and Amsterdam, and some twenty feet under sea level.