oh stephen

I tend to always think of Stephen King as spending inordinate amounts of time sitting alone at a desk in a room with lots of shelves bedecked with bits and pieces of his personal memorabilia, periodically looking out either a window in front of him or to the side, writing any varied sort of note, whether it is a paragraph for a book or a journal entry (that will one day be used in a book, for I believe everyone of his books is autobiographical). The scene in my mind depicts what I believe most about Stephen King: he spends a great amount of time alone. I done believe he is a lonely man. I believe he is quite content, thinking, and he thinks intently whether when with someone or a group of folk, or when he is by himself. His mind floods the most, however, when he is alone.