Essays
May 11, 2010
20 REASONS WHY I WROTE ODD HOURS
20 REASONS WHY I WROTE ODD HOURS
By Dean Koontz
- I had finished building a life-size replica of the Michelin Tire Man out of miniature marshmallows, and I was bored.
- I flunked out of frogman training and had to give up the dream of a career change.
- We had several reams of typing paper that were past their expiration date and likely to spoil if I didn’t use them.
- A major Mafia figure threatened to emulsify my liver if I didn’t soon write another book about “that sweet fry-cook kid.”
- I can only spend so much time ice dancing.
- We ran out of those little paper umbrellas that I like to put in my drinks while I sit by the pool.
- I got a stern email from God that said, “Either use your talent or open a leper’s hospital in Zimbabwe.”
- I finally had to admit that, with nothing but a poorly equipped laboratory and a hair sample, I had wasted thousands of hours trying to clone a mastodon.
- If I wasn’t too busy, O.J. Simpson wanted to collaborate on a book about the power of prayer.
- As a hint about the consequences of a missed deadline, my publisher had Jack Kevorkian send me a certificate for a free assisted suicide.
- For six months I was held hostage in my office by a crazed Odd Thomas fan with his finger on the “play” button of an i-Pod loaded with recordings of Larry King singing in the shower.
- I just couldn’t get interested in jihad.
- After having written 4 million words on the subject, I had nothing more to write for my blog about Katie Couric’s teeth.
- I desperately wanted to distract myself after a friend in the CIA shared top-secret information regarding Rosie O’Donnell’s acquisition of three nuclear weapons.
- I suddenly realized I had to put aside the manuscript of the fifth Odd Thomas adventure until I had written the fourth.
- I was no longer welcome to party the nights away with my hip Hollywood pals when they discovered that what I was sniffing was only powdered sugar.
- There’s not much left you can do except write alone in a shadowy room once that flesh-eating virus is done with your nose.
- John Grisham wanted 48 million dollars to ghost write it.
- After a dozen Krispy Kremes every breakfast for a month, I needed to burn some calories at the keyboard.
- When you’ve seen every episode of “Dr. Phil” four times, you have to move on to something else or go insane.