Tag: Stephen King

Quote of the Day – 10062025

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Personal Reflection

Writing is an act of surrender disguised as control. Every story begins with certainty—plots mapped, destinies sketched—but then the characters start breathing. They talk back. They wander off. They reveal pieces of you that you didn’t intend to give away. It’s unnerving when the words stop obeying, when the page becomes a mirror instead of a window. That’s when you realize the story isn’t about them—it’s about you.

King said a novelist is a secretary, not God. That’s true for more than just fiction. Life has a way of writing through us, too. The moments we can’t explain, the people we can’t forget, the patterns we swore we’d never repeat—they’re all characters we follow, whether we want to or not.

The older I get, the more I think stories are just a rehearsal for honesty. The plot doesn’t need our control—it requires our confession. The same way our lives don’t need to be perfect—they just need to be true.

We’re not the authors of our souls; we’re the transcribers. We observe the madness, the beauty, the contradictions, and we write them down. Some days, the narrative makes sense. Most days, it doesn’t. But if we follow the truth long enough—on the page or in ourselves—we eventually see the same thing King did: we were never meant to lead the story. We were meant to witness it.

Reflective Prompt for Readers

What story is your life trying to tell that you keep rewriting out of fear or pride?
If you stopped editing the truth—just for a moment—and wrote down what you actually see, what would the page reveal about who you are, and who you’ve been pretending to be?

Quote of the Day – 09212025

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Personal Reflection:
Fear doesn’t live in the doing — it lives in the waiting. The scariest moment is the one just before we step into motion, when the unknown still has infinite power over us. King’s words hit harder because they name the truth: our hesitation feeds the monster.

That pause before beginning is where our doubts multiply. Every failure we’ve endured, every voice that told us we weren’t enough, every imagined disaster — they all gather in that breath before action. We give them weight by standing still.

But once we begin, the fear fractures. The blank page becomes a sentence, the closed door becomes a room, the leap becomes flight. The terror doesn’t vanish, but it loses its grip because we’ve shifted from imagining to inhabiting.

The lesson isn’t about fearlessness. It’s about remembering that fear is loudest at the threshold, and that courage is not the absence of fear but the decision to step forward anyway.

Reflective Prompt:
What threshold are you standing at right now — and what would it take for you to step through, despite the fear waiting there?

Quote of the Day – 09062025

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Personal Reflection:
I’ve learned the hardest battles don’t happen out in the open—they happen in the quiet, when no one’s watching. The monsters aren’t under the bed, they’re in the mirror. The ghosts don’t rattle chains, they whisper your old mistakes until you believe them. Some days they win. I’ve felt it. The trick isn’t pretending they don’t exist—it’s knowing when to drag them into the light, when to fight, and when to just outlast them until morning. Survival isn’t clean. Sometimes it just means you’re still here, breathing in the dark.

Reflective Prompt:
What inner ghost or monster have you been wrestling with lately, and what would it take to stop letting it win?

Quote of the Day – 07092025

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We smile. Nod. Say we’re fine.

But inside?

Some of us are hosting ghosts at the dinner table and tucking monsters into bed. We’ve learned how to function with fear tucked beneath the ribcage and sorrow folded neatly between polite conversation.

This quote hits because it doesn’t flinch. Monsters are real. Ghosts do live inside us. And most days, they pass as us.

Are you okay?
I’m fine.
Fearful. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional.
(FINE.)

I Couldn’t Put Them Down

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List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?

I laughed when I read this question, then questioned the air, “How in all that is holy, going to limit the list to three.” I paused, waiting for an answer. The air remained silent to spite me. Then I realized I needed to pick three books, not the three that impacted me most. I shook my head, chuckling slightly, remembering that “Reading is Fundamental,” and then began to make a proper list.

After settling on a few parameters, I could narrow things down to twenty. Yes, I know, twenty is not three; I continued trudging forward despite this. Here’s what I have come up with so far. They aren’t listed in the order of importance.

  • The Green Mile – To be haunted by the actions of your past. To see everything you know and love die. To be left on this earth and witness their demise. One realizes the dead were the lucky ones. To feel the blessing of a long life is a curse. Perhaps, a punishment for a hideous act.
  •  Invisible Man – In this novel, we follow the actions of an unnamed protagonist living in a society that chooses not to recognize him as a man. The winner of the National Book Award in 1953, this novel should depict an outdated social construct, but it doesn’t, sadly.
  •  11/22/63 – In this book addresses something we all may have wanted to do from time to time. A chance to go back in time and change something we have done. However, the most powerful part for me, was how it laid out the hazards of time travel. I will continue working on the time machine in my basement.

Three honorable mentions:

  • Count a Lonely Cadence – Taps is still the loneliest sound I have ever heard.
  •  Bad Haircut – It brought back some good memories.
  •  Devil in the Blue Dress – I love the character Easy Rawlins. If I said I read this book seven times, it would be low.

~thank you for reading~