Passion of the Titans

After lurking around the fringes of the World Wide Web for several years, I’m pleased to announce the forthcoming publication of my novel, The Passion of the Titans with Vagabondage Press next summer. The Passion of the Titans is the story of Medusa, told from her own point of view—if you want to know how that’s possible, I urge you to read the book! I’ll give you a hint, though. Rock-and-roll did not begin with Little Richard, Chuck Berry, or Elvis Presley. It started a long, long time ago in a land far away.

For those of you who’d like a little taste of the my other work, I’d point you to the excellent online magazine Danse Macabre. My first piece published there, “O Tannenbaum,” won the 2009 prix d’écriture de Noël in Fiction for the magazine. Unfortunately, in this age of impermanent servers and services, the piece has disappeared into cyberspace. My second story, “Hide and Seek,” appeared and disappeared in the same journal, but is now available on Amazon as part of a literary collection.

2011 was my hottest year with “Vardøger” appearing in May and “Fashion Wear for Gentlemen” in October in Danse Macabre, and “Literary Ops” in June in Jersey Devil Press, another great online magazine. “Good for the Gander” is scheduled to appear in Jersey Devil Press early next year.

I’ve been writing fiction since I was a sickly kid in grade school but a mutual phobia of publishers has kept me silent until now. And I need to clear up a little mystery. My friend Steve Wiggins submitted a few of my early stories for publication. I work at an institution that doesn’t approve of Internet use (more on that in a future post), and Steve kindly sent my stories out to be rejected and finally accepted in Danse Macabre. Some people think we’re the same person. We’re not. K. Marvin Bruce is my nom de plume because of my job. Steve’s a real buddy, but he’s not the real me.

I’ll be posting updates here for my forthcoming book, so check back often for more exciting info!

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Working Through It

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