Edit: PDF to my story has a password: callipygian
For a long time I used to snub my nose at Stephen King. Like plenty of literary snobs I thought his popularity and productivity meant that he couldn’t (read: shouldn’t) be taken seriously. Then I read his book, On Writing. A work which is part autobiography and part instruction manual on how to write truthfully; that is, how to write well. I assure you that if you pick up this book you will learn a tremendous amount about writing. But you will also learn a lot about Stephen King. What I learned made me both laugh, cry, and become an admiring fan.
Then you should read this. It’s the last short story I wrote (sadly, it’s been four years). I’ve only shared it with the students in my creative writing class. It’s not going to win any awards, but it is the best piece I’ve ever written. Had I died on that operating table, you’d never known it existed. King reminds me that I owe it to the art to not let that happen. So read, comment if you wish. And no mater how you come about reading this, I trust that you won’t steal it and call it your own.