Fine, Stephen King. You win this round.
As a fledgling horror writer, not to mention a horror-reading millennial, I’ve been recommended Stephen King’s instructive memoir On Writing about a squillion times. I finally picked it up last week and gave it a read. The first half of the book is a true memoir, not designed to instruct writers at all, but rather to offer context on King’s own development as a writer. I love me a memoir, and…












