YOUNG HEARTS~ RUN FREEEE~
Jul. 24th, 2008 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenel_kaAUGUST 5TH. THE FAINT'S FIRST NEW CD IN FOUR YEARS. :O
And
WAIIIIITTTTTTTTTT.
COREY HAIM/SAM IS A FUCKING VAMPIRE? OR ALAN FUCKING FROG? WHICH ONE? WHICH OOOONNNNNNNNNNNE?
dafkjsfjdkasjdfkjasdfjsdk! AM I GOING TO HAVE TO BUY THIS CRAP DAMN MOVIE JUST FOR THE CHEESE FACTOR? D:
So I was reading this old article in a Time Magazine from 1986 -- right after It was released and Stephen King has reasons for his IDEAS. REASONZ I TELL YOU. The bolded part totally makes me flake out.
In an eerie resemblance to his spiritual ancestor Poe, King was also deserted by his father in infancy. At the age of four the lonely boy walked home pale and unspeaking. A neighborhood friend had inexplicably vanished. "It turned out," King later recalled, "that the kid had been run over by a freight train while playing on or crossing the tracks (years later, my mother told me they had picked up the pieces in a wicker basket)." To this day the author has "no memory of the incident at all; only of having been told about it..." But at the age of eight he had a very accessible dream: "I saw the body of a hanged man dangling from the arm of a scaffold on a hill. When the wind caused the corpse to turn in the air, I saw that it was my face -- rotted and picked by the birds, but obviously mine. And then the corpse opened its eyes and looked at me." Permutations of both incidents would turn up in books two decades later.
adfksjdaklsjdfkjsdf D: But I love this next part.
On Mother's Day, 1973, a Doubleday editor called about the sale of paperback rights [for Carrie]. "I thought he was going to tell me I was only getting $5,000 or something," King fondly remembers. "He said $400,000. The only thing I could think to do was go out and buy my wife a hair dryer. I stumbled across the street to get it and thought I would probably get greased by some car."
HAHAHAHHAHAH~ <3
"People think the muse is a literary character," says King, "some cute little pudgy devil who floats around the head of the creative person sprinkling fairy dust. Well, mine's a guy with a flattop in coveralls who looks like Jack Webb and says, 'All right, you son of a bitch, time to get to work.'"
LOVE. XD
And
WAIIIIITTTTTTTTTT.
COREY HAIM/SAM IS A FUCKING VAMPIRE? OR ALAN FUCKING FROG? WHICH ONE? WHICH OOOONNNNNNNNNNNE?
dafkjsfjdkasjdfkjasdfjsdk! AM I GOING TO HAVE TO BUY THIS CRAP DAMN MOVIE JUST FOR THE CHEESE FACTOR? D:
So I was reading this old article in a Time Magazine from 1986 -- right after It was released and Stephen King has reasons for his IDEAS. REASONZ I TELL YOU. The bolded part totally makes me flake out.
In an eerie resemblance to his spiritual ancestor Poe, King was also deserted by his father in infancy. At the age of four the lonely boy walked home pale and unspeaking. A neighborhood friend had inexplicably vanished. "It turned out," King later recalled, "that the kid had been run over by a freight train while playing on or crossing the tracks (years later, my mother told me they had picked up the pieces in a wicker basket)." To this day the author has "no memory of the incident at all; only of having been told about it..." But at the age of eight he had a very accessible dream: "I saw the body of a hanged man dangling from the arm of a scaffold on a hill. When the wind caused the corpse to turn in the air, I saw that it was my face -- rotted and picked by the birds, but obviously mine. And then the corpse opened its eyes and looked at me." Permutations of both incidents would turn up in books two decades later.
adfksjdaklsjdfkjsdf D: But I love this next part.
On Mother's Day, 1973, a Doubleday editor called about the sale of paperback rights [for Carrie]. "I thought he was going to tell me I was only getting $5,000 or something," King fondly remembers. "He said $400,000. The only thing I could think to do was go out and buy my wife a hair dryer. I stumbled across the street to get it and thought I would probably get greased by some car."
HAHAHAHHAHAH~ <3
"People think the muse is a literary character," says King, "some cute little pudgy devil who floats around the head of the creative person sprinkling fairy dust. Well, mine's a guy with a flattop in coveralls who looks like Jack Webb and says, 'All right, you son of a bitch, time to get to work.'"
LOVE. XD
