Musings in the Dark: April 2010


A Constant Reader's Love for the King

Stephen and I met when I was barely thirteen years old, under the guise of a novel called Misery. I convinced my mother to buy the paperback and once I read the first paragraph, I was hooked.

And so began the strongest, most dedicated love affair I have ever had with a man. From that first literary kiss, my writer’s heart belonged to him. Stephen and I have been together over twenty years and he is the only man that has never let me down. He makes love to me in the purest way possible: mentally. His novels draw me in and hold my attention from the first word to the last. And he can do it multiple times in one night. I can depend on him to satisfy me, thrill me and entertain me. I can count on him to make me think, dream and imagine. I can count on him to bring the noise with whatever he writes and put it down when he does write it. I can rely on him to keep me up nights as I hang on his every word.

I love this man. He is quite simply, for me, the greatest author that ever lived. And I’m not prone to hyperbole in the literary sense. I have a great appreciation for many, many writers and poets; Frost, Fitzgerald, Hurston, Eliot and Matheson to name a few. But I LOVE Stephen King. I can’t think of enough ways to say it, but I don’t have to say it. My library speaks for me. I own every book he’s ever written and every short story and novella that he has published and/or produced.

I can say that Stephen King has a direct, powerful influence on my growth as a writer and author. Reading his novels is like studying under a master. Absorbing the words and allowing them to play on the canvas of my mind is a most sensuous experience. Multiple readings make the experience richer and varied, as I allow myself to probe the deeper meanings behind his work. It is him and it is me, and it is unity.

I am the Constant Reader of whom he sometimes speaks. I am the person he writes for. And like he has always been to me, I shall always be faithful to him. Stephen, no one will ever feel for you the way I do. No one will do for me what you’ve done for me. You’ve given me passion and focus and the need to be as gifted a writer. For all that, I love you Stephen Edwin King. I love you then, I love you now, and I shall always, always love you. Thank you for gracing my life with your books. Thank you for showing me how to dream. Thank you for the legacy you gave me. I am better and greater because of it.




A Fledgling's First Effort at Transformation

The above title is paraphrased from Thomas Harris' The Silence of the Lambs. This post represents the genesis of my transformation from who I am into who I am going to be. I am quite nervous at the prospect. But I will show no fear and proceed like the strong diva I know myself to be.