D.L. King lives somewhere between The Big Wheel at Coney Island and the Chrysler
Building and has a passion for roasted chestnuts sold on the street—as long as
they aren’t burnt. When they are, (And this happens far too frequently!)
the first thing that comes to mind is roasting some other nuts, you know the
ones I mean...
D.L. King used to enjoy manipulating those surveys taken in school, remember, the
ones that told you what career you’d be best suited to. It was easy to get them
to come out however you wanted. If you wanted to be a brain surgeon, back in
the fifth grade, lo and behold, the survey people would back you up and proclaim
that “THIS PERSON HAS AN APPTITUDE FOR THE SCIENCES, AND MIGHT DO WELL IN
MEDICINE.” (Yep, I wanted to be a brain surgeon in the fifth
But most of the time D. L. King wanted to be a writer, and so most of the time the
survey said, “THIS PERSON HAS AN APPTITUDE FOR LANGUAGE AND SHOULD CONSIDER
GOING INTO WRITING.” Of course, D. L. King didn’t grow up to be a writer—not
until about four years ago when, upon sitting down at the computer, a novel
spewed forth from busily typing fingertips for no apparent reason.
Hey, not only was it a novel but, it was a very smutty novel—and it turned everyone on, well, at
least those who read it, whether they professed an interest in the subject
matter or not. And they all, each and every one of them said, “How do YOU
know about this stuff?” Well, that’s neither here nor there, is it, and of
very little interest in any case.
The infamous novel, The Melinoe Project, has just been accepted for publication by
Renaissance E Books. And so you won’t ask later, after you’ve read it, yes,
there is a sequel.
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