The moon rises in the afternoon right now, getting fatter and brighter every day. It looks very close and 3-D, like a paper lantern. At about half mast right now, it is supposed to be full by next Tuesday, and will probably still be bright for Halloween on Saturday.
I like to take time to read scary books this time of year. Last year I read an old favorite that I had read 100 times since childhood – Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
That’s a great read, and there’s a link to the unabridged version.
This year I want to read something more modern. Years ago a co-worker of mine shared his Stephen King books with me, but told me he thought “Night Shift”, a collection of short stories, was too scary. There were so many others, complete works like “Carrie” and “The Shining,” “The Dead Zone,” and finally, “The Stand” – I never got around to reading many of the short story collections. I’ve actually read “The Shining” a few times, it’s my fave. I also like to reread sections of “The Stand,” but it’s a long one, good for when you’re laid up in bed or stuck on a bad vacation. I’ve always meant to get back to “Night Shift”. Halloween is when I like to make time to read. It’s dark and scary outside.
And Stephen King is a better read than either of our local “newspapers”, that’s for sure. I decided to quit reading the “news” in the morning, and put that time into reading “Night Shift.” I want to read the whole thing by Halloween.
Today I read the forward. I like Stephen King, I wanted to read in his own words his thoughts behind this collection of grisly tales. An interesting guy, his childhood similar to mine in many ways, he came of age in the same era that I did. He makes a lot of references that ring with me. And what he says about his writing “obsession,” I’ll say about my blogging – it’s not art, I don’t make any money at it – it’s really compulsive. I do it almost unwillingly at times, especially the bitching and moaning I post here:
I used to write a lot more letters to the editors of both our local cat box liners, but I came to find that people got sick of seeing my name, just bored. Some people admitted if they saw the same name more than twice they stopped reading that person’s letters. I started to feel like I was wasting my time trying to start a conversation about the problems we have here – people think I just write letters to get attention?
King complains people constantly ask him, “why do you write that stuff?” To which he replies, “why do people read that stuff?” Good question – why do people continue to hit my blogs every day? Am I saying something that resonates with them? Are they waiting for me to say something that resonates with them? Are they mad too? Or like to garden, watch the sky, play with their dogs, etc?
King theorizes that people are obsessed with horror, that they can’t take their eyes from a car wreck, etc. I theorize that people are stunned by the stupidity of government – like a car wreck, some of us can’t take our eyes off it, because we don’t know what to do about it. We know something is wrong, but we are paralyzed with our shock and our disgust. When we try to do something, we are ridiculed and pushed off by the forehead. If we form a mob, we are left to the mercy of the mob ourselves.
I write out of compulsion, but there’s still a little light in my head that beckons the like-minded – every now and then, somebody sends up a flag that says, “I give a shit too Juanita…”
King finishes his forward with his thanks to various people that have put up with his “obsession” – at least he got paid for his “peculiar doings in the downstairs room…” My husband puts up with this stuff – our bedroom is just the other side of the wall from the computer, when I get mad, I type so hard it wakes him up. I call out to him when I read something particularly distressing – I forget the time, it might be 5 am. He moans back. Sometimes he says something intelligent. He never tells me to “shut up.”
Thanks Honey. It’s going to be good to know, he’s just the other side of this wall, when I start digging into “Jerusalem’s Lot.” This is a Victorian themed tale about a dark old house – oh yeah! No better way to start the countdown to Halloweeeeeeen!