In 2012 I penned a novel entitled, A Lion for Lambs. It was a story about a disturbed man on a mission from God. I was excited to share it with some of my family and friends, especially since they refused to read something as ponderous as Sword of the Perithia, so a 100 page novella lacking any "big" words was something these overworked, free-time starved folks could actually digest.
They all were unanimously thrilled with the tale. They were all also unanimously concerned with my, well, shall we say, mental constitution.
For fun, I wrote a letter to the one man I thought had perhaps dealt with similar feelings of questionable sanity, Stephen King. Here is that letter:
They all were unanimously thrilled with the tale. They were all also unanimously concerned with my, well, shall we say, mental constitution.
For fun, I wrote a letter to the one man I thought had perhaps dealt with similar feelings of questionable sanity, Stephen King. Here is that letter: