K. Marvin Bruce

Life is plenty complicated without writing.   Life’s impossible without writing. You see, I’ve got tons of fiction here.   Well, it be tons if I printed it out.   I’ve been writing every day for decades now.   Long past the limit Neal Stephenson once told me, the 100,000 words you throw out before calling yourself a writer.   The problem is, life’s complicated. I happened into a New York City bookstore.   On the same shelf paperbacks by the aforementioned Neal and Robert Repino.   I know them both.   I returned home and fired up the laptop.   Hundreds of stories.   Half a dozen novels.   Amid all of this, just one story of mine that one small journal thought was worthy of actual ink.   It won third place in a contest. There’s no way to count pre-computer writing.   I was born before the advent of the household CPU.   Before electronic calculators.   We thought the TI-30 was a big deal, little red lights and all.   I’d been writing for years already.   How ma

There are those who might rightfully suppose, like Mark Twain or Paul McCartney, that K. Marvin Bruce is dead.   The fact is that Marvin is engaged on two books of non-fiction that are actually under contract; fiction presses seem less friendly to my brand of writing. Also, I haven’t been submitting much fiction because, well, I have books under contract.   That’s why I’m pleased to announce that “In the Night” is up on Exterminating Angel Press: The Magazine .   You can find it here: EAP .   The title come from the theme of this quarter’s publication—Things That Go Bump. The story, as usual, predates the theme.   Quite some time ago I was struck by how religious authorities used to—and in some places still—have the authority to punish believers.   Believe it or not, in many parts of the world this includes the death penalty.   Civil authorities are unable to change their theological minds. “In the Night” deals with such a situation.   A girl who has left a