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bfeehan@gmail.com.    203-233-0247

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Thanks for visiting my site! OK, so here’s where you’ll learn all about me. Well, maybe not all, but enough to get you started. Originally from the Chicago area, I spent part of my career as a director, choreographer and writer before finally focusing my energies on writing full time.  My debut novel, MUMFORD will be published by UK based Everything With Words in 2027.  Very excited! Other fiction has appeared in the London Independent Story Prize, Gingerbread House, New Millennium Writing (Muse Award), The Foundling Review, Plots with Guns, Bristol Noir and Isele Magazine.  Upcoming in Ginosko. Several stories were published in the anthologies Beyond Words, Lockdown Number One and Musepaper 1.0. I was a finalist for the Hemingway Story Prize and a semi-finalist for the Tennessee Williams ‘Saints and Sinners’ Festival. I have several plays published and rights managed. (Heuer Publishing). A screenplay was a finalist in the Beverly Hills Film Festival. I studied at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, the Royal National Theatre of Great Britain, Goodman School of Drama, and the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. I served as Artistic Director of the Riverside Stage Company in New York City for five years.  I’ve directed and taught at Yale University, Fordham University and Myongi University in South Korea. Now the important stuff – I’ve never tasted coffee (and don’t intend to). My mom was in the Miss America pageant, I got elevation sickness while trekking the Himalayas, which I’d not recommend (the sickness not the trekking, which was tremendous). I’ve jumped from a plane, on purpose - not by accident and lived in a 250-year old house with my husband, two ghosts, and a mortgage. We now are trying to split our time between the US and Spain. In my spare time I’m working on finishing up two other novels. @feehanbrian and www.brianjohnfeehan.com.

“The girl's mother was the antithesis of the child that she sired.  Each gesture was a whisper, every footfall an apology. Where she was demure, her daughter demurred, spouting her bare and boldfaced tales, the cloth with which she wove her fabrications was whole and absolute.   But the man's wife did not have the resilience to tolerate such onslaughts, her camel's back endured its final straw, and she was gone.  In the end, it was, in truth, the lies that set her free.”

Negation of Delusion, LOCKDOWN, and other stories

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