I have been haunted by King’s recently – an odd coincidence.Â First, I read yesterday where Elvis was 42 when he died.Â I’m 42, so not only have I outlived Jesus – who only hit 33 by most accounts, butÂ I am now catching up to (and hopefully passing) the King of Rock n’ Roll.Â Which all just goes to show that Elvis died WAY too young.Â Ok, Jesus died too young as well, but he had an agenda.
Now, that was one of those ‘hmm, interesting’ kind of occurances until I was working on my SUPER SCARY horror movie screenplay last night.Â It’s a great story too, involving babes, monsters, blood, scary-ness and more BABES!Â When it’s done, it’ll put the EX back into Exorcist.
But I digress.Â I was home alone, and writing, and it was rainy & dark outside.Â I was re-reading some of the earlierÂ scenes, y’know checking my characterizations etc. etc. andÂ the hair on the back of my neck began to raise.Â brrrr.Â I’m just too good, apparently.Â Â Then I swore I heard movement downstairs (damn cats) and even some voices outside (damn neighbors).Â Â But then I thought to myself, “Self, maybe that isn’t the cats you’re hearing.Â No Indeed.Â Maybe that’s a recently escaped mental patient with homicidal tendencies, a hook hand and deep hatred of beer!”Â DEAR GOD, I’M A DEAD MAN!!
Enough was enough, I shut down the word processor and went to my second hobby – surfing for PORN! Only kidding there, Mom -Â as far as you know.
Anyhow, it dawns on me that I’d read where Stephen King writes mid-day (well, it IS his full-time job, so that makes sense).Â If I recall correctly, he said something along the lines of “you don’t write stuff like this at NIGHT!”.
Considering the shear number of books and short stories the man has authored, that’s probably good advice.Â Don’t think my ticker could take too many nights like this last one.Â And coincidentally,Â that was another King, all in the same day.Â Â I chose not toÂ push these coincidencesÂ further andÂ avoided reading any boxing news. . .
Now, to tie the two notions together, I see all of this as some sort of sign of Fate, a warning from the darkside if you will.Â Stated simply, if I don’t want to end up like the first King, I’d better take some advice from the second.
Either that, or keep one of my swords handy when I write.