It was a heady day for Stephen King, two Mondays ago.
Imagine his surprise and delight when he pulled up in his black crossover/SUV to find a future award-winning author standing outside the gates of his house. He was very respectful though – didn’t come over or wave or interrupt me as I quietly went about the business of taking pictures of his house. Perhaps he felt a little awkward, deciding whether or not to run into the house and grab his own camera, or scramble for a pen and paper for an autograph. Standing there with my family, obviously on vacation, probably was the kicker. Let him be, he said to himself.
So perhaps our paths will meet in the future — have a laugh about it even — at the Oscars or a impromptu gathering of the million-book selling authors (I hear it’s in Hawaii next year – I better get moving…)