...is that he's a master of interjecting horror into mundane, everyday life. Quite often, when things are normal and quiet, I'll look out the window and think, "This is the part in a King book when shit starts to hit the fan."

Or then there are days like today, when I can watch the fog rolling in over the water towards me:

And then I wonder if I can close my sliding glass door to the balcony before the tentacles get in.

Thank you, Uncle Stevie. You make life scary and fun.

Oh, also—great analysis of King's work here: What Stephen King Isn't.

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