The newest interview with Stephen King

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There’s a story Stephen King can’t resist telling. He was shopping for cinnamon buns and potato chips one day when a woman approached him. She told him that she didn’t care for horror stories like the ones he wrote, and preferred uplifting stories, like “The Shawshank Redemption.” When Mr. King told her he wrote that, too, she didn’t believe him.

If there are any lingering doubts about Mr. King’s stylistic range, they should be put to rest by his new collection, “The Bazaar of Bad Dreams,” which features 20 stories that seem to touch on every genre imaginable, except for romance. There are crime and horror stories, a narrative poem and a grim western, along with realistic stories about marriage, aging and substance abuse.

The collection also functions as a companion of sorts to his 2000 book “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft.” In his new book, Mr. King…

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10 tips for designing an amazing book cover

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1. Behold the Power of the Cover

People will literally judge your book by its cover. They cannot help it – humans are visual. In fact, in an article entitled “Judging a Book by its Cover,” Psychology Today magazine says that the visual area comprises 30 percent of the cortex, located near the back of the human brain.

So, put as much thought into your cover as you did creating the title of your book.

2. Avoid Homemade Drawings
Nothing shouts “Stay away from this book” like a homemade drawing. Avoid homemade drawings unless you are a professional artist.

3. Create an Informative Back Cover
An amazing front cover is eye candy that tells the buyer your book is worth a second glance. The buyer spends that second glance looking at the back cover. The back cover should be an infomercial that validates the buyer’s excitement and assures him your…

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A Story Told in Drabbles: Parts 1-5

A Study in Equinoxes

Part 1

The men were singing “Sally Let Your Hair Down” to the stamping of the guns. Flasks passed up and down the ranks, Fleming savored his watered down bourbon. He bounced his feet and blew on his hands, but was too far from the fire.

Fleming patted his chest down, then remembered he was out of rolling paper.

“Here.” Captain Kirkham thrust a lit fag into his hand.

“Cheers.” He held the crumpled cigarette like it was fine china.

Fleming tossed him the flask and was soon under the spell of the first tobacco he’d had in weeks that hadn’t tasted like mud or horse shit. Mud was everywhere. In his hair, on his clothes, in his shoes, underwear. Fleming polished his service rifle with muddy rags and he shaved with rusty mud caked razors. What he wouldn’t give for a little sunshine.

He’d read about monsoon season during…

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Power Plant Music To My Ears

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Originally posted October 25, 2014.

I’m sure just about everyone does this. When they look at someone, they occasionally hear music. Some sort of song that is inspired by the person. For instance when I look at my mom, I suddenly begin to hear Beethoven’s 5th Symphony (sorry about the advertisements. Nothing I can do about that).

For those with older browsers that are not able to view video links, I will include the link below the video: Beethoven’s 5th Symphony.

A few years ago when I was working for Dell, after I had given a thumb drive loaded with the songs I liked to listen to, to a friend of mine, Nina Richburg, when she left our team, she came up to me later and said she had never heard such an eclectic selection of music before. I told her I knew what she meant. I had included…

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