About Josie

Josie Turner is an up and coming author of horror fiction. She loves all things creepy, likes her vampires with fangs and no sparkles, and prefers slow zombies to fast ones. Her inspirations are Stephen King, Joe Hill, Josh Malerman, Ania Ahlborn and Blake Crouch. She lives with her husband and children in Traverse City, Michigan. She loves boating, sailing, water skiing, swimming, and she’s pretty sure she was a mermaid in another life. She loves hearing from fans so feel free to email her via the contact page!

JOSIE TURNER FAQ

What draws you to writing horror?

I’ve been reading it since I was ten years old–the first real horror book I read, checked out from my school library, was Carrie by Stephen King. After that, I couldn’t get enough. I started watching scary movies far too young. I think I was twelve when I watched The Exorcist. I found myself drawn to the dark side very early I guess! As to reasons why, I think there’s something about horror that’s exhilarating in a way other genres aren’t. Horror uncovers things. It looks beneath the surface. It’s not afraid to pull back the curtain or go into the basement, to the very depths of our psyche to see what’s there. That’s what appeals to me.

Who are your influences?

Stephen King, and lately, his son, Joe Hill. Twentieth Century Ghosts is the most original horror collection I think I’ve ever read. Also, Blake Crouch, who writes thrillers, but his novel, Run, has some aspects that are truly terrifying. And of course, there are the short stories I read when I was young–like The Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge and The Yellow Wallpaper, or The Monkey’s Paw and The Lottery. They were all so deliciously good and still give me shivers when I re-read them.

Do you have a day job or do you write full time?

I write full time, under several pen names, and make a pretty good living at it!

What is your book about?

Hide Behind is about a little known legend, a creature that stalks its prey deep in the woods. It’s a legend that was told during the time the Paul Bunyan legends arose, when there were lumberjacks up in the thick woods of northern Michigan. I’ve taken some liberties with the legend–and the creature. But really, it’s the story about a teenage boy, his father–and deeply buried family secrets.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

I love anything involving water–swimming, boating, sailing, snorkeling, diving. I think I was a mermaid in a former life!

Ebooks or print?

I used to swear by print, and then I got a Kindle Paperwhite for Christmas and haven’t looked back! I still buy Stephen King in print (hardcover) and a few other authors whose books I just have to physically have. But I read them on my Kindle.

Left handed or right handed?

Right handed!

Scariest horror movie ever?

The Exorcist. No question.

Scariest book?

That’s tough. Most recently, Joe Hill’s Heart Shaped Box scared the bejeezus out of me!

Have you ever had a supernatural experience?

Unfortunately, no! I wish! Bring it on, universe! I’m ready! 🙂

Do you believe in ghosts?

I’m not sure I *believe* in anything. Ghosts, spirits, angels. I think everything is made up of energy… and if energy is neither created nor destroyed, then it is infinite. We all are–like waves, we peak for a while, then dip back into and join the ocean again.

The horror genre is dominated by male writers. Can women write horror?

Let me tell you something. The horror of the feminine psyche is far darker and more powerful than the masculine.

A woman’s horror is both personal and archetypal. She is the Goddess Kali, the giver and taker of life itself. She is the eater of babies, crushing skulls beneath her feet. She is a tsunami, a tornado, a force of nature that the ego is powerless against. There is nothing to do but surrender to that force. It is terrifying–and exhilarating.

When you have come face to face with horror in the form of the feminine, you have stood before an infinite abyss, and if you survive, you will be reborn as something else altogether.

So yes–women can write horror.

We can write the hell out of it.