It's almost Valentine's Day and I just finished UNDER THE DOME so I thought it might be time for a mushy love letter to the schlockmeister himself.
You see, I've loved you for a long time. My love began (as so many loves do) in my preteen years. I somehow got my hot little hands on a copy of CARRIE and it was all over. I loved Christopher Pike, but you put him to shame. As Renee Zellweger would say, "You had me at hello" or in this case you had me with all that telekinetic energy and blood. And like any teenager in love I became slightly obsessed and read every single one of your books.
I wish I could say my obsession has lessened with age, but it hasn't. I still get a little fangirl shiver when I see you've got a new book being released and I usually end up pre-ordering like the rest of the junkies.
I'll admit I doubted you when I first began reading UNDER THE DOME. Honestly, I sort of wanted to hate it because it was so freaking cumbersome. I think I might have sprained my wrist just trying to read the damn thing in bed. But it was amazing, as usual. Chock full of the creepy ass fantastical stuff you're known for and grimly underscored with the scariest shit of all: human nature.
You have no way of knowing this, but in our tiny little corner of the writing universe, Laura and I are working on the second book in our series. At this point all we've got is a killer outline and a couple of flat chapters. Something just wasn't working and as soon as I read the last page of UNDER THE DOME, I knew exactly what it was. Tension. There just wasn't enough of it. We need this book to start off like that last moment where the roller coaster is creeping to the top of the hill, a couple of ominous clinks and clacks and then you're soaring downward, aware of nothing but the wind in your hair and the scream stuck in your throat. I think for this book to live up to its potential, we need to channel the schlockmeister himself. I only hope we're up to the challenge.
Oh and I really like your columns in Entertainment Weekly. They totally reaffirm my suspicions that you're a pretty cool dude both on and off the page.
So, um, thanks and Happy Valentine's Day. I was totally going to send you some chocolate covered Twizzlers, but I polished them off while I was reading your behemoth of a book. What can I say? All that gore makes me hungry.