About

Gregory Josephs is an author of LGBT coming of age fiction who spends a lot of time indulging his insatiable curiosity—about everything. He believes in self-love, self-awareness, and that procrastination is the product of an intensely creative mind.

Gregory was born in Wisconsin in the middle of an unusually long, humid heatwave in July of 1984. Though his parents moved with him to northern Colorado a short two years later, he spent many of his summers happily swimming and biking around the lakes and rivers of the Northwoods with his cousins.  During these formative stays he learned to enjoy warm, humid nights, hate the sweltering days, and fall in love with the idea of everything North.

Growing up in the southwest, at some point there was more hot sauce than blood running through his veins.  Early on, his foodie parents instilled a love of Mexican cuisine and anything with peppers. That love continues to this day, and even though he currently lives about as far from Mexico as one can get in the lower 48, its a rare day that he doesn’t down a jalapeño.

He’s a foodie too, now, with an unslakable curiosity about how food is made and where it comes from. When he isn’t writing he’s likely in the kitchen fermenting something—bread dough, cheese, sauerkraut, and most recently mead. He has an addiction to cooking magazines, though mostly he skips recipes and cooks off the cuff.

During his teenage years, Gregory discovered his loves of swimming, language, and music.  Competing year-round in the pool taught him the discipline he now applies to writing, while his passion for language (especially French) ignited an enduring love-affair with the written and spoken word. Coupled with years of playing flute and piccolo, he started studying music theory, and by the age of fifteen was a prolific songwriter, enjoying a modest amount of fame in his living room.

After High School, Gregory worked full time as an aquatics manger while double-majoring in music composition and French.  The sudden, dramatic loss of his best friend triggered an initially unsuccessful metamorphosis of self that saw him abandon school and flee to Wisconsin to pick up the pieces. Alone in the Northwoods he discovered that self-love was the true key to happiness.  When a friend invited him to move to Boston, he was unable to resist the allure of the North, and has called Massachusetts home for over a decade.

Gregory continues to swim and write music, but now the written word has emerged as his true passion.  He is working feverishly toward the self-publication of his first novel, based on his experiences as a young gay man in northern Colorado, and has plans for a lot more books after that.

Alongside his photographer husband, Gregory regularly collects fiestaware and sips whiskey while entertaining his rambunctious cats. He can’t imagine a better life, except maybe being a bestselling author.

All in good time.