Song of Susannah - Stephen King [170]
Well, enough w/ the heebie-jeebies. I’m off on my walk.
September 2, 1995
I’m expecting the book to be done in another five weeks. This one has been more challenging, but still the story comes to me in wonderful rich details. Watched Kurosawa’sThe Seven Samurai last nite, and wonder if that might not be the right direction for Vol. #6,The Werewolves of End-World (or some such). I probably ought to see if any of the little side-o’-the-road video rental places around here have gotThe Magnificent Seven, which is the Americanized version of the Kurosawa film.
Speaking of side-o’-the-road, I almost had to dive into the ditch this afternoon to avoid a guy in a van—swerving from side to side, pretty obviously drunk—on the last part of Route 7 before I turn back into the relatively sheltered environs of Turtleback Lane. I don’t think I’ll mention this to Tabby; she’d go nuclear. Anyway, I’ve had my one “pedestrian scare,” and I’m just glad it didn’t happen on the Slab City Hill portion of the road.
October 19th, 1995
Took me a little longer than I thought, but I finishedWizard and Glass tonight…
August 19th, 1997
Tabby and I just said goodbye to Joe and his good wife; they’re on their way back to New York. I was glad I could give them a copy ofWizard and Glass. The first bunch of finished books came today. What looks & smells better than a new book, especially one w/ your name on the title page? This is the world’s best job I’ve got; real people pay me real money to hang out in my imagination. Where, I should add, the only ones who feel completely real to me are Roland and his ka-tet.
I think the CRs*are really going to like this one, and not just because it finishes the story of Blaine the Mono. I wonder if the Vermont Gramma with the brain tumor is still alive? I s’poze not, but if she was, I’d be happy to send her a copy…
July 6th, 1998
Tabby, Owen, Joe, and I went to Oxford tonight to see the filmArmageddon. I liked it more than I expected, in part because I had my family w/ me. The movie is sfx-driven end-of-the-world stuff. Got me thinking about the Dark Tower and the Crimson King. Probably not surprising.
I wrote for awhile this morning on my Vietnam story, switching over from longhand to my PowerBook, so I guess I’m serious about it. I like the way Sully John reappeared. Question: Will Roland Deschain and his friends ever meet Bobby Garfield’s pal, Ted Brautigan? And just who are those low men chasing the old Tedster, anyway? More and more my work feels like a slanted trough where everything eventually drains into Mid-World and End-World.
The Dark Toweris myuber story, no question about that. When it’s done, I plan to ease back. Maybe retire completely.
August 7, 1998
Took my usual walk this afternoon, and tonight I took Fred Hauser with me to the AA meeting in Fryeburg. On the way home he asked me to sponsor him and I said yes; I think he’s finally getting serious about sobering up. Good for him. Anyhow, he got talking about the so-called “Walk-Ins.” He says there are more of them around the Seven Towns than ever, and all sorts of folks are gossiping about them.
“How comeI never hear anything, then?” I asked him. To which I got no answer but an extremely funny look. I kept prodding, and finally Fred sez,
“People don’t like to talk about them around you, Steve, because there have been two dozen reported on Turtleback Lane in the last 8 months andyou claim not to have seen a single one.”
To me this seemed like anon sequitur and I made no reply. It wasn’t until after the meeting—and after I’d dropped my new pigeon off—that I realized what he was saying: people don’t talk about the “Walk-Ins” around me because they think that in some crazy way I’M RESPONSIBLE. I thought I was pretty well used to being “America’s boogeyman,” but this is actually sort of outrageous…
January 2, 1999 (Boston)
Owen and I are at