What the heck does Stephen King know about writing? The man has written, what, 3... maybe 4 books in his entire life? Big deal. He's hardly an authority on the subject.

Surely, I jest.

Stephen King is probably the most prolific author of his generation. He is a true example of a man who was born to write. In his "Memoir of the Craft," King takes us inside his childhood and shows us how his style was formed.

Today's guest blogger is Carmelita Seufert. Carmelita is a teacher in a New York high school. She has a very interesting perspective on using the works of Stephen King in the classroom and we are happy to welcome her to WORD.

My very first encounter with the terrifying world of Stephen King was about 25 years ago. My much older cousins decided that 'Salem's Lot was an appropriate film to view while babysitting four-year olds. Needless to say, I viewed most of the film from behind my aunt's couch cushions. The image of that vampire floating up into the open bedroom window haunted me and my brother's imaginations to the point where we convinced my mother that a crucifix in our window would be our only salvation.

Cut to today. I am on the phone with a parent who is beside herself because I have just assigned her daughter, a student in my 9th grade Honors English class, an essay on King's short story, "Suffer the Little Children" (from the book Nightmares and Dreamscapes).  The woman is distraught that I am teaching such a "disturbing" story, yet when I remind her that I am using it in conjunction with Edgar Allan Poe, she claims to approve Poe's work because he is "a classic." 

She has just stepped on sacred ground. 

I am one of those individuals who grows furious when King is denied a spot on the shelf with Poe and the rest of the "classics" gang.  From a teacher's perspective, King is one of the most "teachable" modern writers we have.  While there are some issues with mature language and sexual content, many of King's novels and stories feature characters and themes that adolescents can easily relate to and become excited writing about--which is one of my main goals each year.

Last May, I traveled to Bangor, Maine, Stephen King's hometown. The result of the trip was an article in Writing magazine's October issue (check out our exclusive King interview). This is the last of my journal entries, however I will be posting a few other King related goodies as Halloween draws near.

May 12, 2005
8:35 p.m.

Here we are in mid-May. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and everyone is comfortable in the warm evening spring weather. Oh wait... we're in Maine.

It's cold, son. It's dang cold.

I just got back from a baseball game. I went to Trevor Mansfield Park to watch Bangor High take on Hampden. By the end of the Star Spangled Banner (which was pumped out over the loudspeakers all around the field), the wind was blowing hard and frigid causing many teeth to chatter. Of course... the numbing noise was coming from my mouth only as the rest of the fans were nestled under wool blankets, drinking hot cocoa from their mittened hands, and rooting for the home team through multi-layered scarves. They expect this kind of weather, they come prepared. They are the locals.

In Jungle Dogs by Graham Salisbury, a 12-year-old kid, Boy Kahekilimaikalani Regis, learns to brave both human and canine jungle dogs in Hawaii. On page 1:

Boy and his older brother Damon are sitting on their bikes on a road in the jungle. Then...

Boy leaned forward and squinted into the shadowy trees and thick twisty weeds. He could feel his heart thumping in his throat. "What...what if they're in there?" he said.
"What if who's in there?"
"Jungle dogs."

What would you do if you saw jungle dogs? Tell us.

 

Last May, I traveled to Bangor, Maine, Stephen King's hometown. The result of the trip was an article in Writing magazine's October issue (check out our exclusive King interview). Over the course of the week, I will be posting my journal entries from the trip as well as a few other King related goodies.

May 11, 2005
9:32 p.m.

...and I thought yesterday was exhausting.

I woke up this morning and drove to Stephen King’s office. I met with his assistant, Marsha DeFilipo and she gave me a very interesting interview. She even let me take pictures of his office! While I was asking her a few questions, Stephen called her to ask about some tickets. She told him that she got them and that yes, they were on the field level. Looks like Mr. King is going to see the BoSox soon.

After that, I drove around and found King’s house. I felt very much like a stalker as I snapped photos of the house and his beautiful, black wrought iron fence adorned with bats and gargoyles. I got out of there quick. It just felt dirty. Although it would have been cool if he came out to say hi. It wouldn't have been too much out of the ordinary. According to everyone in town, he's an incredibly friendly dude.