“People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell …” — Stephen King

I had a period where I thought I might not be good enough to publish.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.

Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones.