Stephen King’s Dick & Jane

This is my attempt to uncover a fossil presented by Stephen King in his book, On Writing: A Memoir on the Craft

Dick couldn’t let this fail again. Tipping past 30 year’s old he should already have his life’s dreams and providence sewn up. Two much beating around the bush, looking for that perfect match, lacking commitment when it showed up, Dick was a frightened romantic. For two long he prioritized his beer buddies and Friday nights over what he really wanted. A home and 2.4 kids.

Jane entered his life in every possible right way — he felt saved by her. She gave him everything he knew he ever wanted and more. Dick was sure he reciprocated and surely he had. He’d quit the booze and Friday night buddies. He’d reskilled himself in order to build and provide for his family. Propelling himself beyond delivering Amazon packages to actually writing the Order algorithms that helped him to make extra cash in the first place. Jane was his rock. Smart, fit, sexy and strong. Just a bit younger but not too much younger that he couldn’t see the mother figure in her he sought too. She supported Dick in every way she knew. She was his shining star with an everburning source of fuel he knew would burn eternally for him. But every star flickers in the deep dark night, and Jane was no different.