WHO? (BIO)

Brady grew up in a small country town in southern Ohio, which upon last look was becoming somewhat more suburban. He discovered Stephen King's 'Salem's Lot in the fifth grade and was hooked on reading fiction forever. He got joyously lost in Robert McCammon's work in the early nineties, and 'round about the late nineties decided he enjoyed writing fiction. His first publication was a ghostly roadside-diner story called "Remembering Grambo" in 1999 in the literary journal Lynx Eye. He went on to publish close to thirty stories in horror, crime, and literary journals in the U.S., England, and Ireland, between 1999 and 2004 . . . before he vanished from the writing scene.

Now returned to literary civilization, significantly crazier since his mysterious disappearance and still more and more so every day, he's nonetheless a loving dad to his kids. He lives (and writes) in the small city of Dayton, Ohio (less than an hour from where he grew up), in the suburbs, very close--too close--to the neighbors. He misses the country and wants enough room to hit baseballs in the backyard.

Brady is working on longer forms now, too (novels and novellas) and is still hard at work writing and submitting short stories, mostly in the genres of horror, dark fantasy, post-apocalyptic/dystopian, crime, road story, and soft sci-fi, though he also enjoys playing with surrealism, magical realism, existentialism, fantasy, noir and hardboiled, Western, any other "way out there" stuff, and even some good ol' gritty or kind-of-odd realism.