I recall being really into him as a child,I read his books all the time because I had ambitions of being a horror writer.
I would understand if would-be horror writers had second thoughts and felt humbled by such a guy. His books and his life seem intertwined in a constant battle. I mean, he gets run over by a van; it's like a Maximum Overdrive ten ton truck crashes into him, what does he do? He buys the thing and, his body still broken, thinks about taking a sledgehammer to it. The driver blames the dog, the driver dies, etc.
You always wonder, is the writer going to ever walk out of this alive? One minute you're trapped with him in the darkest, scariest sewer forced to stare at Death's toothless grin and the next he makes you laugh by threatening to block Trump's arse.
Only a survivor could write such books. Only someone who knows what it's like to wallop his demons on a very regular basis. Only someone who's battled addictions and is still married to the same person. And it's funny how his income comes from Horror but when you see him talking like that like you get good vibes, like he would be a good neighbour to have and he would water the plants no problem.
So yeah, an example for all horror writers.
It's bizarre how the horror fiction writer Morrissey picked to interview him seems completely unaware that Morrissey belongs in a Stephen King book. Well, a singer that constantly sings about love, love this, love that love me do, love me Scoobydoo and in real life thrives on the hatred he provokes is not a bad character. Add to that the fact that he's old but never matured, that he pretends to care for animals but doesn't, that he hates strong smells, that his only friends are blockheads and that his mum is still around, we could have an interesting plot.
Little Steven keeps his multiple personas in a box hidden in the primary school toilets. One day, he faints because it really stinks in there and bangs his head on the sink, the box opens and they all escape, including a very scary paedophile, Maurice Altright, who bores children to death and buries them in his garden in a little town in Switzerland. Luckily, Steven is rescued by Saadiq, the janitor, who sticks his broom up Maurice's arse. But when he goes home, Steven finds that feral cats are eating his mum. He calls his friends for help, but sadly, none of them answers, as they only know him as Maurice. Night falls, Steven sobs, Dolores O Riordan appears and sings softly in his ear that he should really take her place. Steven wakes up, he's wet himself and Maurice is sitting next to him, sharpening a long stick. "I fancy giving an interview. Find me a harmless chick who will unsuspectingly quote "you knew I couldn't last" to defend me and maybe I won't harm you."
( probably similar to List of the Lost but I haven't read it.)
Looks like Morrissey did try to write a book, but as he's several people and never battled himself, nobody paid any attention. And Stephen King probably won't bother using him as a character. I don't think anybody will try saving Steven from the multiple dangers that await him now...Too dangerous...too boring.