Creative Corner

An Evening with the King

They say you should never meet your heroes. That meeting your heroes usually leads to disappointment. They couldn’t be further from the truth when it comes to Stephen King.
My friend, Denise, and I traveled to the big city of Tulsa last night and were fortunate enough to hear Stephen King speak from just five rows away. I had watched some of his speeches on YouTube, so I knew he was a good speaker and I knew he was funny. I also knew that he cusses … a lot. But what surprised me was how humble he was.

He talked about how there was Home Steve and when Home Steve gets home, regardless of the fact that Tulsa has deemed it Stephen King Day, he will have to plunge the upstairs toilet. Home Steve would probably also have to clean up dog poo left by his lovable dog, Mollie.

There is also Popular Steve … Popular Steve is the one who does all the speaking engagements, book signings, and television shows. Popular Steve is fun. Popular Steve does not have to plunge toilets. But Popular Steve ceases to exist the minute he walks through his front door.

Finally, there is Scary Steve. Somewhere between his house and his office, Scary Steve arrives and the other two disappear. Scary Steve doesn't plunge toilets either. 

He did talk a bit about writing. I’m sure he knew there were a few aspiring authors in the audience. He explained how Scary Steve knows how to plant a seed of fear in his writing, that grows and grows until eventually you’re sleeping with the light on. I can only imagine how many in his audience checked behind their shower curtains when they got home. Fortunately, mine was already open. ;)

He also repeated a quote of his that I love, “It takes two things to be a great writer. You’ve got to read a lot and write a lot.” I am amazed anytime I hear a writer say they never read. That is so foreign to me. Not just because I feel reading is part of my job, but because I thoroughly enjoy it.


Just being in his presence was an honor. Even though I didn’t get to literally meet him to tell him how his books rejuvenated my love for reading and my copy of End of Watch wasn’t one of the 400 that were randomly signed, I walked out of there with a sense of euphoria and more motivated than ever to write, write, write.