I’ve been neglecting my blog.
No, that’s not right. I’ve been neglecting EVERYTHING. And it’s all Stephen King’s fault. I can’t bring myself to think about anything else but the Dark Tower. Hell, I’ve been dreaming about it too.
You’d be amazed how many times I would think “Hmmm, why don’t I make a zine today?” And then go back home and fall into King’s torturous web of irresistible literature once more. Every time I read another chapter I think he just can’t get any better, and then he does.
I’m thinking the pull I’m feeling whenever I have an unread Stephen King book in my possession, it’s like Black Thirteen. You know it’s dangerous, but you just have to open it, sink your eyes into it and never come out.
Once I’m done reading Dark Tower, I’ll write another blog detailing just how awesome I think it is, although it’s way WAYYY beyond awesome. It passed awesome at least a thousand wheels back.
Now if you’ll excuse me, Black Thirteen is calling me again.
Peace, love and Stephen is my Crimson King