I'm not really a forum type of guy, blogs yes, forums not really.
Firstly Mr King, an honest moment. I have never 'physically' read a single book of yours. I'm an artist and so audio books are more appropriate as they let me have my hands free and painting and reading a novel are ultimately impractical. But hey I respect Neil Gaiman but have never read anything of his either. Secondly you have momentarily pissed me off as a result of listening to your On Writing.
I've self published two novels and by your standards, have consistently failed every single step of the writing process noted in that book. Resulting in the urge to never write again to be honest.
But recently I took a mental retrospective on my past film fodder, the stuff I hold dear to be as part of my growing up, there you are, in the form of Salem's Lot, with help from David Soul, and IT with Tim Curry. And after listening to Dance Macabre, I realised that we have grown up with very similar joys and sorrows, though decades apart. But enough of that, to the point.
I do have a question.
I recently listened to Joyland (your best novel in recent years btw), and at this precise moment, am listening to Dr Sleep. Reading between the lines, in the way that only an artist/psychiatric nurse can read, my question is this......
'Is a story made somehow more real, more emotive, more touching, if you give up something of yourself in the narrative, something of your own life, your own experience, or your own pain, or regret? And more importantly, did you feel that such a personal exposure, such a shrouded gift to the reading public, made your own revelation worth it?'
Firstly Mr King, an honest moment. I have never 'physically' read a single book of yours. I'm an artist and so audio books are more appropriate as they let me have my hands free and painting and reading a novel are ultimately impractical. But hey I respect Neil Gaiman but have never read anything of his either. Secondly you have momentarily pissed me off as a result of listening to your On Writing.
I've self published two novels and by your standards, have consistently failed every single step of the writing process noted in that book. Resulting in the urge to never write again to be honest.
But recently I took a mental retrospective on my past film fodder, the stuff I hold dear to be as part of my growing up, there you are, in the form of Salem's Lot, with help from David Soul, and IT with Tim Curry. And after listening to Dance Macabre, I realised that we have grown up with very similar joys and sorrows, though decades apart. But enough of that, to the point.
I do have a question.
I recently listened to Joyland (your best novel in recent years btw), and at this precise moment, am listening to Dr Sleep. Reading between the lines, in the way that only an artist/psychiatric nurse can read, my question is this......
'Is a story made somehow more real, more emotive, more touching, if you give up something of yourself in the narrative, something of your own life, your own experience, or your own pain, or regret? And more importantly, did you feel that such a personal exposure, such a shrouded gift to the reading public, made your own revelation worth it?'
