Post for 5/2/06
So I threw out the first idea entirely and started again....
So far:
Stephen has a house, two dogs and a lovely wife. He does not work a regular job for a living, he sells things on e-bay in his leisure time and buys more than he should. He can after all, he has the money to do so. Stephen likes to enjoy his in-house pool and the stables and most of all he loves his back-woods cabin where his buddies like to go hunting and he will often go to fish. Most of all Steven is proud of his library. It took him a long time to assemble the collection of books he has and his favourite book is the one on the third shelf from the top. It is green and leather-bound and the lettering in shiny black in-laid words reveal the author to be a Richard Bachman. A no-body like he was. Rich was a man with a dream back in Maine and here he is now with hundreds of books and an ever-growing estate.
Back in Maine, where he keeps his cottage, Stephen can be Stephen, but here in his library with his pen, and the type-writer and all the fun new electronic toys he has he can’t help but be Rich. He too has had his dream and Rich proved for him that it was possible. The window is closed but the birds are outside dive-bombing each other. His mind wanders to the first time he wrote about the birds. He liked their blues and their grey-browns and he liked the fact that the little guy could always win if they fought hard-enough. It was his motto for life and he wrote it in a poem. That poem used to sit framed on Richards Desk, until he broke it in a fit of rage. Rich was a bit violent but he was passionate and Stephen admired that passion, it inspired him. Like the blue-birds fending off the Hawks, in the face of dismemberment and death, those who fight are ultimately the ones who survive. Rich taught Stephen to be a survivor and Stephen eventually survived Rich’s death.
Back in Connecticut, or was it Illinois, Stephen was Rich and Rich was a part of Stephen. And the whole messed up story left Stephen, under Rich’s name, rich and famous as Stephen. Confused yet? Sounds like a third rate thriller novel right? That is completely understandable. Firstly it is exceedingly important to know that Stephen isn’t just wrapped up with some guy named Richard. Stephen is Richard. Secondly, it needs to be understood that both Stephen and Richard are writers, famous writers.
As an author, Stephen made it big, but he didn’t want all that fame affecting some of his earlier unpublished work. Stephen instead changed his name, at least in literary terms to Richard so that he could publish his earlier works without feeling like he was riding those earlier stories on the fame of his now well-known name. But when the public found out that Richard in fact was Stephen, Stephen decided to get rid of Richard. He threw a funeral for his pen-name and when the next book came out, a perverse joke ensued.
Remember that third rate thriller novel I mentioned? Well Stephen thought it was a great idea too and after Richard’s funeral, Stephen decided to write down the battle between his self and the alter-ego pen name Richard. This book was an instant hit because of publicity alone. Stephen built quite a name for himself not only because he is an inspired writer but also due to his flair for the abnormal and twisted and his talent to draw in the attention of the reader in publicity stunt after publicity stunt after publicity stunt… Stephen often wrote about himself, subjecting his mind and life to the scrutiny of the page, often letting the story take over and literally reshape his life.
In the book which followed the funeral of his pen name, his character was a writer trying to get rid of a pen name due to “cancer of the pseudonym.” Within the pages it is found out that the pen name is more than mere letters on bindings and on paper. The events in the book take over as our beloved writer begins to be taken over by and to struggle with an alter-ego who refuses to be stand down.
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his book “Riding the Bullet” in an e-book only
So far:
Stephen has a house, two dogs and a lovely wife. He does not work a regular job for a living, he sells things on e-bay in his leisure time and buys more than he should. He can after all, he has the money to do so. Stephen likes to enjoy his in-house pool and the stables and most of all he loves his back-woods cabin where his buddies like to go hunting and he will often go to fish. Most of all Steven is proud of his library. It took him a long time to assemble the collection of books he has and his favourite book is the one on the third shelf from the top. It is green and leather-bound and the lettering in shiny black in-laid words reveal the author to be a Richard Bachman. A no-body like he was. Rich was a man with a dream back in Maine and here he is now with hundreds of books and an ever-growing estate.
Back in Maine, where he keeps his cottage, Stephen can be Stephen, but here in his library with his pen, and the type-writer and all the fun new electronic toys he has he can’t help but be Rich. He too has had his dream and Rich proved for him that it was possible. The window is closed but the birds are outside dive-bombing each other. His mind wanders to the first time he wrote about the birds. He liked their blues and their grey-browns and he liked the fact that the little guy could always win if they fought hard-enough. It was his motto for life and he wrote it in a poem. That poem used to sit framed on Richards Desk, until he broke it in a fit of rage. Rich was a bit violent but he was passionate and Stephen admired that passion, it inspired him. Like the blue-birds fending off the Hawks, in the face of dismemberment and death, those who fight are ultimately the ones who survive. Rich taught Stephen to be a survivor and Stephen eventually survived Rich’s death.
Back in Connecticut, or was it Illinois, Stephen was Rich and Rich was a part of Stephen. And the whole messed up story left Stephen, under Rich’s name, rich and famous as Stephen. Confused yet? Sounds like a third rate thriller novel right? That is completely understandable. Firstly it is exceedingly important to know that Stephen isn’t just wrapped up with some guy named Richard. Stephen is Richard. Secondly, it needs to be understood that both Stephen and Richard are writers, famous writers.
As an author, Stephen made it big, but he didn’t want all that fame affecting some of his earlier unpublished work. Stephen instead changed his name, at least in literary terms to Richard so that he could publish his earlier works without feeling like he was riding those earlier stories on the fame of his now well-known name. But when the public found out that Richard in fact was Stephen, Stephen decided to get rid of Richard. He threw a funeral for his pen-name and when the next book came out, a perverse joke ensued.
Remember that third rate thriller novel I mentioned? Well Stephen thought it was a great idea too and after Richard’s funeral, Stephen decided to write down the battle between his self and the alter-ego pen name Richard. This book was an instant hit because of publicity alone. Stephen built quite a name for himself not only because he is an inspired writer but also due to his flair for the abnormal and twisted and his talent to draw in the attention of the reader in publicity stunt after publicity stunt after publicity stunt… Stephen often wrote about himself, subjecting his mind and life to the scrutiny of the page, often letting the story take over and literally reshape his life.
In the book which followed the funeral of his pen name, his character was a writer trying to get rid of a pen name due to “cancer of the pseudonym.” Within the pages it is found out that the pen name is more than mere letters on bindings and on paper. The events in the book take over as our beloved writer begins to be taken over by and to struggle with an alter-ego who refuses to be stand down.
...
his book “Riding the Bullet” in an e-book only
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