Falling in love with your own characters

I've read all three, Tolkien, Christian theology, and The Stand, and Kings version was actually antithetical to actual theology, it was pretty close to Satan idolitry.
What, you mean Whoopi?
(Of course the bad guys are pro satan, so I assume you don't mean them.)
 
The "subtlety" I referred to was the extra meaning in the Australian version, which the panda version misses completely: the double meaning of roots, and the difference punctuation makes to the sentence with that word in it.

You missed the cultural reference - the purple Valiants, mate, were the fucking best. In some cities.

And of course the mating call is not subtle, but I'm not a bogan, so no, I won't go for it ;).
The only Valiants I knew were the ones from Plymouth (Chrysler Motors). They were very reliable but hardly chick-bait. Then why would I go with a woman who liked my car, and why would she go for me? Well, if it's expensive enough, it shows that I have some financial resources.

Also, I don't remember any purple ones.
 
I've read all three, Tolkien, Christian theology, and The Stand, and Kings version was actually antithetical to actual theology, it was pretty close to Satan idolitry.
I suspect that King didn't care about any of that as long as the book sold well. And it did.
 
The only Valiants I knew were the ones from Plymouth (Chrysler Motors). They were very reliable but hardly chick-bait. Then why would I go with a woman who liked my car, and why would she go for me? Well, if it's expensive enough, it shows that I have some financial resources.

Also, I don't remember any purple ones.
Yep, Chrysler Valiants - for several decades Australia's third car manufacturer, before the plant was bought by Mitsubishi some time in the eighties. The cars were locally engineered variants of US models, and the"purple Valiant" became a piss-take from an Australian soap-opera, I have no idea which one. It became a short-hand for a working class bloke, Italian or Greek, trying to impress the chicks. If the mullet didn't have them gagging first...
 
More SPOILERS. Randall Flagg appears throughout the Dark Tower series in a couple of guises, most notably as the Man in Black (not Johnny Cash). He is also featured in The Eyes of the Dragon as well as a few "suspected appearances in other works.
SPOILERS? I think in The Stand Randall is already known before the plague as the Walking Dude or Walking Man or some such semi-mythical person who wanders around - past hippie encampments or something? He was sort of like the urban legend Cropsey. Except I first heard of him in 1968 at a Boy Scout camp which was less than a mile from the Willowbrook School mentioned in this. I have no idea how to unravel that.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cropsey_(film)
 
Of course I have fallen in love with my literary characters. How could I not?

My buff, handsome young men, and fine looking, bright young ladies don't see me as old. Not knowing any other authors first hand, they see me as brilliant, creative, and desirable. They are always willing to fulfill my most twisted sexual fantasies without hesitation or question. The chefs and bartenders from my private club series keep me well fed, and well lubricated.

The concierge, housekeepers, maids, and other staff from my hotel series keep my fabulous home – that the architect from my Ayn Rand FanFiction designed, and all those burly handsome contractors built – clean and extremely well stocked.

My characters from my true crime novellas provide me with an endless and untraceable revenue stream. Far beyond what I get from Smashwords and Lot’s Cave. And the gangsters, crooked politicians, self-serving judges, and morally bankrupt cops from my life in the big city series make sure that the "wise guys" never see a day “inside.”

Kill off my darlings? Au contraire Mr. King, it is your darlings who will be “lliterarily (S not IC) unable to appear” in your next novel if they decide to venture out into these parts.
Hah, your fabulous home was designed by an architect from your Ayn Rand fan fiction. Mine was designed by a real architect, Philip Johnson. He charged me dearly for it, but I think the results were worth it.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/Living.jpg
 
Frank Lloyd Wright? He couldn't have designed it for you, so you must have bought it from the most recent owner. Nothing wrong with that.
I didn't buy it so much as gradually seduce it away from the owner in a complex orchestrated plot involving sex, dishonesty, bananas, Tenerife, seventeen kilograms of Colombian marching powder, the Bishop of Bath and Wells, and a small dachshund named Colin.

I'd be smug, but I'm too busy redecorating.

edit: Colombian marching powder. Columbian marching powder is something quite different.
 
Yep, Chrysler Valiants - for several decades Australia's third car manufacturer, before the plant was bought by Mitsubishi some time in the eighties. The cars were locally engineered variants of US models, and the"purple Valiant" became a piss-take from an Australian soap-opera, I have no idea which one. It became a short-hand for a working class bloke, Italian or Greek, trying to impress the chicks. If the mullet didn't have them gagging first...
The American equivalent of the mullet may have been something like the Chevrolet Camaro or the Pontiac Grand Prix. Sort of form over function cars, too long compared to the amount of space inside. But that wasn't the point. I'm not sure what the equivalent would be today. :unsure:
 
I didn't buy it so much as gradually seduce it away from the owner in a complex orchestrated plot involving sex, dishonesty, bananas, Tenerife, seventeen kilograms of Colombian marching powder, the Bishop of Bath and Wells, and a small dachshund named Colin.

I'd be smug, but I'm too busy redecorating.

edit: Colombian marching powder. Columbian marching powder is something quite different.
To try to get back on topic: that sounds like the plot of pretty good if complex story.
 
Better than the Pantyhose Chapel. That place is so hot and stuffy you can't breathe. :rolleyes:
This is a good topic, but we should have a new thread for it instead of hijacking this one. Someone did have one until recently, but it might need a reboot (no pun intended).
 
The American equivalent of the mullet may have been something like the Chevrolet Camaro or the Pontiac Grand Prix. Sort of form over function cars, too long compared to the amount of space inside. But that wasn't the point. I'm not sure what the equivalent would be today. :unsure:
Gunhill, the mullet is a really bad haircut; on the driver, not the car.
 
I'm looking at getting a new old car. I found a 74 blue formula 400 firebird. I'd like to have Jo fix it up so we can give it to Pops for Christmas. But I don't think we can afford it at all :( sad, just so very, very sad.
 
Gunhill, the mullet is a really bad haircut; on the driver, not the car.

I know, I phrased it poorly. Mullet haircuts had the same implications in America once. I'm not sure what the American equivalent of "bogan" would be. In New York, it might have once been "Guido," which is a slur against Italian-Americans but everyone knew what it meant. There are also unflattering terms for working-class Southern whites, which I won't get into here.

So, whatever an American bogan would be called, he might drive have driven a Camaro or Grand Prix. In The Dukes of Hazzard, which was intended as a "send-up" of Southerners, it was an orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag painted on the roof. And, yes, I have seen Confederate stickers or small flags on vehicles, and not in the South either.
 
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There are people in every community with more (or a whole lot more) than the rest of the people. Every community has it's pecking order.
Yes, I know. The top of the order in New York, however, had truly serious power and money. The average person rarely saw them unless they were running for a political office, as when Nelson Rockefeller, I believe, would campaign by eating hot dogs in Coney Island. I met one of Vanderbilt descendants myself, because I had some connections through my in-laws to the Democratic Party, as that guy did too. His apartment on Sutton Place was awesome.
 
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