Clowns still freak me out.
So fast forward a couple of decades and here I am, working on my first novel while my kids attend school. I’ve long since given up reading King’s books – like I said, they’re rough stuff, even for a grown woman. But I still think the guy can write, which I why I picked up his audiobook On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. I listen to it while folding the laundry.
Laundry and I don’t get along very well. We never have actually. My new tactic is to play audio books and recorded conferences to keep my brain engaged in something more interesting while I fold and hang. So far it’s working – the laundry is in better shape than ever.
But from time to time the whole thing wears a little thin. I was feeling somewhat sorry for myself earlier, marveling at the way Stephen King puts words together, thinking that he probably doesn’t take 15-minute breaks to load and reload the washing machine. Surely this great master of fiction has better things to do.
And then he came to the part about working in a laundry, washing sheets for hospitals and linens for restaurants. If you have read it (or listened to it, as the case may be), then you know what I’m talking about. At least I don’t have to deal with maggots and rotten, putrid linens.
Typical of King’s writing style, this book is full of foul language and crude descriptions. For that reason, I can’t completely recommend it.
But wow, the guy can write.