A LOT to Really Be Scared Of (My First Stephen King Novel)

and me.

K.L. Kranes, Writing Reading Life

I’m going to do it. I’m going to terrify myself again, willingly. I’m going to go back to that place, that time. It was the first time I felt real fear jump off the page and set my heart hammering.

Why? To answer that let’s take a little step back in time.

First Step into the KING-dom

It’s the early 1990s and a young girl with the first initial K throws her Christopher Pike book on the floor, finding it lacking. It hasn’t given her the kind of thrill her macabre decade-old heart desires. She sneaks downstairs to the bookshelf in the den where books are housed in a deep cabinet of dark wood as if to mark them as forbidden. These are the adult books. (Not those kinds of adult books, get your minds out of the gutter.) These are the books 10-year-olds don’t usually read, the subject matter…

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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