My wife Bonita is a great fan of Stephen King, and long has encouraged me to read him. I recently read On Writing and recommend it to everyone. But Bonita tells me that King's It was one of the worst books she ever read:

She found the story gripping until a few pages from the end, when it turns out that the evil clown who terrorized everyone was in reality a giant space spider. She said it was as if King got up from his desk to use the restroom, and upon returning forgot what he meant to write about.

Myself, I think it was some kind of contractual dispute.

I'm pleased to find the above article after returning to Write-On after so long away. I'm working on an essay I will submit in a day or so that uses It to demonstrate that even the best writers still struggle with their writing. When I do, I'm going to make the words "giant space spider" a link to this page.

-- All my online writing is here.