Once again, Ms. Grice can't sleep. I've tried to read some more, I've thought of sweet things to slowly will myself into the right mode of sleepytime -- but it's not working. SO, I keep coming back to the little bloggle and looking at the picture headlining SoG as it stands. I found myself eyeing both Paul and Robert amorously, as if they could see me through the Interweb-ether.
That's when I had to shut the operation stay-awake down.
But, it reminded me of Kathy Bates in "Misery." She was Paul Sheldon's (James Caan) "number one fan." Look where it got her (and him). Stephen King, your kitsch makes for such flavorful filmmaking.
I remember making my college roommate watch this movie (which I've probably seen ... hmm ... 100 times?), and she was shocked that she hadn't known of it before. Watch!!!! Bates got the Oscar nod, if that means anything.
You're a writer who gets into an accident; a crazy nurse who follows your work like a fanatic of Dan Brown, finds you. She won't let you leave, and she wants you to finish your novel series in a way specific to her wants. You, the writer, can't let the lead character die. That's her main wish; should you betray her wishes, just be prepared to get your feet knocked aside the ankles with a hobble-inducing (no wonder I like it!) hammer.
I love this movie.