I was the last person in America to have never seen the movie version of Stephen King’s Misery. Last week, my sister recommended it to me because, she said, it’s hilarious.
Remembering It and Cujo, I was a little skeptical, but I trust this girl’s judgement implicitly.
“It will not remotely push you over the edge,” she said. “There’s a little gore at the end, but it’s cheesy.”
Good, because you know I can’t do lifelike horror, I said.
I rented the movie, and she was right. It was darkly hilarious. Also, it was a warning to writers everywhere: Write for yourself or die.
The age-old argument remains alive on the internet, though. You should
- Write what you want. Anything else is selling out.
- Write what THEY want and sell books for $$ (but maybe not like it).
- Write what YOU want but don’t expect anyone to read your endless dream sequences.
Stephen King has managed to write what people like and what he likes, I guess. Above all, though, he seems to be saying, go with your gut when it comes to writing or the whole business may end up killing you (or at least breaking your ankles).
Noted, Stephen. Noted.