Confession: I have never read a Stephen King novel.

In fact, I believe I have watched only three film adaptations of his work: The Shining, Shawshank Redemption, and The Green Mile.

But when my girlfriend insisted that I had to write King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, I decided to take her up on it. Last night, I stumbled across a great passage:

“And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, There’s someone who knows. Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.”

In all my years of writing, I have never had someone who believed in me quite the way Trisha does. (Perhaps other than my parents, but it wasn’t the same.) I have stalled time and time again, coming up with various excuse for not “putting it [poem, story, novel] out there” but I find I no longer have the energy to think of excuses. And I’m genuinely ashamed when I do.

To add to the list of themes/things that will appear on this blog, I want to make a point to share some pieces of poetry or fiction at least twice a week — even if I’m just digging out some piece of crap I found in a journal from three years ago and I’m considering revision. Maybe possibly. I’m a big fan of maybes. They prevent me from actually having to make a decision or a commitment.

So tonight, to get started off with guns blazing, I will share the latest revision of poem called “Juxtaposition.” (more…)