Stephen King On Writing Audiobook Novels & Stories

Hyacinth’s POV “Why did you… no, no.” I could hear Stephen’s voice. I latched onto it, grabbing it with both greedy hands, the way I’d taken glasses of raspberry juice as a kid. “Okay, okay, I’ll try again. Why did you – no, I can’t, Brian. It sounds too aggressive. Okay, too abrupt, then. I need to lead into it.” Silence followed. I wondered what Brian was saying. I also wondered why Stephen was speaking aloud, and what he was speaking about.

I’d picked up a few new Stephen King novels last month at the used book sale at Bassler Memorial Library, so I figured on starting one of them. So I was surprised to find myself sitting up in my chair, blinking as if coming out of a long sleep, with The Way open in my lap, reading about “invoking the spirit of Ah-Tzenul through the nourishment of the sow’s blood.” I sat there and stared at The Way, wondering how the hell I’d gone and read it when I’d wanted to read something else. Also, how could I sit there for a whole hour and a half reading without remembering what I’d read!

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I found myself watching more than speaking as everyone interacted with one another. "So, Alora. Did you have a chance to read any of the books I had sent to your room?" King Erik addressed me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked a few times before registering what he said. I shook my head. "No, not yet, unfortunately." "I had a chance to read a couple of books last night, but there wasn't much to go on from what I read. Most of them were myths or folklore." Damon said, taking over the conversation, which I was thankful for.

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Steve said in a whisper to avoid anyone from overhearing their conversation. 'Yes, we will try to look for that information" Audrey answered in the same whispering manner just like what the other party did. "Hey?? Why are you two talking like that?? Stop blowing at each other's ears!!!" Jace separated the two as he stands in between them. "You. What are you doing here?? " He asked Steve to change the topic. "Well, I was just reading out of hobby to past time. I recently found a great book to read. I suggest you try reading it too."

Of louder lives teeming with breathless sagas and lessons well-learned. “It’s a common fear, that.” He took a step into the room. “Especially with those who appear quiet at first glance but live their lives loudly on the inside.” A small smile. Another step. “Oftentimes, and this is what I’ve found, visiting someone else’s story can give one the courage to find their voice. To share their own tales.” He clasped his hands in front of him, the fingers laced into fists resting below his hips. “To write their own books.”

he said. “Not of the call. Not of what they’ll say.” I looked at him. “Of what comes after. Of it being out in the world. Of people reading it strangers reading it and having access to the most specific things about my father and what happened to him and what it cost.” I paused. “It’s one thing to say it in a lecture hall to two hundred people who came specifically to hear it. It’s another thing to put it in a book that goes anywhere.” He was quiet for a moment. Choosing words with the care he always chose them.

I heard the echoes for quite a long time. “Corey. Just like that book about the girl who made the earth swallow everything.” She snorted. “You’re high as a horse, aren’t you? That’s Carey, not Corey.” I thought about it and realized she was right. I was high as fuck and I had just mistaken the name of one of Stephen King’s most iconic novels. We talked for a while mostly about things I haven’t spoken about before to a single soul. I felt better talking to her. She listened and shared some of her experiences with me which were mostly gruesome but given our current mood, it was all humorous.