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Today was a pretty good day; Maine is having a ridiculously mild winter, and she and Eddie were about to get out of the house and out into the countryside for a long drive. He's been in a fallow period, after the rush and press of publicity for Ilium, but this evening he's turned back to one of his (four) half-begun manuscripts. The word processor ( Read more... )

The following was part of an interview with Stephen King that appeared in Playboy in 1999. It was cut for space.PLAYBOY: Do you ever use real people you meet in things you write ( Read more... )

The year is 1939.

( 'What then is, generally speaking, the truth of history? A fable agreed upon.' )

One day at the end of summer, Emmy Hogan gets a letter, and it makes her cry. But only a little bit, and for a little while.

At the end of summer, Ansley Hooper is packing for Columbia, when she feels a tug. The voice she hears is in her mind but not from it. Like tuning into a radio.

She's going... going... gone ( Read more... )

August 6th, 2009 ( Read more... )

She rises late and troubled on Wednesday, after a night of strange and half-remembered dreams.

(She spends three days in Medicine Bow; one more than she meant to, but on the second day a storm blows through, and she decides that Casper can wait. The winds are bad enough--almost enough to take her off the road on the way into town, despite the ( Read more... )

They're staying at a hotel in the Keystone world; it's a tacit admission that none of them really want to go back to the house in White Plains. Eddie will fly them back to Castle Rock in the morning. X has gone home; they've had dinner with a jet-lagged Charlie and Ted, who are now in their own hotel rooms with a wake-up call in place for an early ( Read more... )

Grief, to begin with. For the senseless waste of life; for John Hairald, who after all she has known for four years; for Helen Saldana. And guilt, as ever. Some of them she asked to be where they were specifically; all of them worked for her. They were all her responsibility. And shame, powerful shame. There was not--she clings to this--a direct ( Read more... )