In 5th grade, my mom let me read The Mosquito Coast, because she’s tired of me blowing through the teen books in a day. The main character gets eaten alive by vultures at the end and I cried for an hour because I loved the character…
In 7th grade, my mom started letting me read Stephen King. I devoured Needful Things, The Shining, and then The Stand. I’ve never loved reading more than being lost in the worlds he creates. In 8th grade, I told my teacher I wanted to be a writer like Stephen King.
I finally started writing over a year ago, and I’ve never struggled with anything more in my life. I’ve always been my own worst enemy, but this last year makes the Dark Tower look appealing.
My uncle gave me this for Christmas, and I strangely took longer to read 291 pages than 1400+ pages in The Stand unabridged. Yet today, I read the one paragraph I haven’t been able to give myself. Written by the man who unlocked my own dream.
I’ve been crying longer than when that dude got eaten by vultures.