I don't usually read Stephen King. No, I've Never read Stephen King, that is until now.
I've seen a some of his work made into movies, like "The Shining" , "The Green Mile", "Doloros Clayborne", "1480", and "Misery". But for the most part, his kind of stories just aren't my choice of fiction.
I picked up this book because I assumed it would be different than his usual efforts and I wanted to know what he had to say about writing.
The first part of the book is about his life, which is interesting enough, but he doesn't get "down to it' until page 95.
That chapter, entitled What Writing Is, begins with: "Telepathy, of course."
It just stopped me short.
And immediately my mind said, "Of Course!" But who would have just come right out and said it?
Although he goes on to say that he is writing this chapter in 1999 and the reader will read his words somewhere downstream in time, his thoughts will transmit over time, space and the ethers to the reader's mind. And therefore in it's own unique way, writing is a form of telepathy.
And so is art. Only instead of transmitting thoughts in words, art is making visual, emotional, tactile aesthetic statements that will be 'read' by another person somewhere later in time and space.
Something magic happens when you are in the state of creating. Call it telepathy, call it a visit from your muse, call it inspiration, ---anything you like. But I'm sure we can all agree that it just ain't the normal, everyday, humming right along. It IS magic. It is living totally in your mind and flying.
When you think about that, it's pretty amazing.