My last post was a collection of quotes from Stephen King’s On Writing, all about his wife Tabitha and the critical role she plays in his phenomenal success.
I am not sure how, but one of my favorite anecdotes from the book slipped under my radar when I decided to write a piece on it.
It’s odd, actually, because this was the part of the memoir where I felt the sharp pang of jealousy that made me realize that Tabitha was the key insight I was going to take away from the book.
So, in the interest of being thorough, here’s my final excerpt from On Writing
I was hesitant to read Stephen King’s 
“Can leave behind a dull film.” – Second-rate kitchen counter cleaner or Gus Van Sant.
General Palmer’s words, in condemnation of US policy in Việt Nam, speak a universal truth that transcends that particular war, transcends warfare itself, and can be applied to any aspect of life. Including publishing.
Recently, a writer friend of mine (let’s call this person T) sent me a link to a story at The Onion shredding the pretensions of a bad writer who has no idea he’s a bad writer, called “
The other night I was at a P!nk concert. Through the buzz of the audience, guitars and synthesized strings began a slow, tender chord progression. There was something intriguingly familiar about the way the electric guitar was sliding around the chords as the bass covered the transitions. Then, P!nk leaned into the mike, parted her lips, and sadly crooned: