I'm not....really. There are the obvious reasons why, of course.
I am not a man.
I am not in my sixties.
I am not a world famous, best selling author....yet.
Then there are the less obvious reasons. Stephen King oozes talent from every pore in his body. I have no doubt that he is one of the best writers in the history of the written word. For those of you who have not read his books or only tried one and then thought they were not for you, he is not just the 'Master of Horror'. He has an insight into the human condition that few of us ever achieve. He is brutally honest and completely fearless in his story telling. He has written some of the most heart wrenching beautiful stories I have ever read and the horror element is barely noticed at all.
The Green Mile
The Dark Tower Series
These are only a few examples. The majority of his work is dark but if you read on you will discover it is populated with acts of great love and sacrifice. He writes his characters so realistically that they could be your next door neighbor or your best friend....your obviously deranged psychopath best friend but still you get my point. He writes about real people and he knows that we are all capable of wonderful and terrible things.
For a long time he was my excuse not to write. Why bother when I could never achieve that level of genius? He is to this day the only writer that pulls me so deep into the story that my heart pounds, I break into a cold sweat, and when I'm through I know I have lived an adventure.
Stephen King's book 'On Writing' tells the story of his struggle to make it. Surprisingly, it did not happen overnight. He worked years for it and he earned it. The second half of the book is a tutorial for beginning writers. It is a must read with practical examples and good common sense advice. But he can't teach what was born within him. What pours out of him is not ordinary, cannot be taught or duplicated. He can tell us his process and maybe it works for some and doesn't for others but what we must do is find what works best for each of us. And the only way to do that is to write, and write, and then write some more.
After we rail against fate that we are not Stephen King.