A few years ago I wrote a piece called "Becoming Levi Asher" to explain why I began to use a pen name in 1994. (Short version: I was about to publish my first short story, a satire about my job, and I didn't want to get caught.)
Today, after using the pen name for 21 and a half years, and making a nice little space for myself in the world as Levi Asher, that freaky book blogger from Queens ... I have come to the conclusion that I don't want to carry the pseudonym around anymore. The pen name has become a barrier to me, and maybe even a symbol of a certain psychological duality that once felt important to me but no longer does. I''ve come to realize that life is too short for two names.
Here's what's been the problem all along: to the people I interact with on a daily basis, to my older friends and relatives and co-workers, I'm not Levi Asher. I'm Marc Eliot Stein — just a regular "that guy" kinda guy, a proud father, a highly accomplished web developer, a bad karaoke singer.