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etter time to study romantic poetry than in one's sophomore year?)。 Most of the other poems had fallen out of my consciousness in the period between; but that one; gorgeous and rich and inexplicable; remained。。; and it remains still。 That poem was 〃Childe Roland;〃 by Robert Browning。
I had played with the idea of trying a long romantic novel embodying the feel; if not the exact sense; of the Browning poem。 Play was as far as things had gone because I had too many other things to write  poems of my own; short stories; newspaper columns; God knows what。
But during that spring semester; a sort of hush fell over my previously busy creative life not a writer's block; but a sense that it was time to stop goofing around with a pick and shovel and get behind the controls of one big great God a' mighty steam shovel; a sense that it was time to try and dig something big out of the sand; even if the effort turned out to be an abysmal failure。
And so; one night in March of 1970; I found myself sitting at my old office…model Underwood with the chipped 'm' and the flying capital 'O' and writing the words that begin this story: The man in black/led across the desert and the gun…slinger followed。
In the years since I typed that sentence; with Johnny Winter on the stereo not quite masking the sound of melting snow running downhill outside; I have started to go gray; I have begotten children; I have buried my mother; I have gone on drugs and gone off them; and I've learned a few things about myself  some of them rueful; some of them unpleasant; most of them just plain funny。 As the gunslinger himself would probably point out; the world has moved on。
But I've never pletely left the gunslinger's world in all that time。 The thick green paper got lost somewhere along the way; but I still have the original forty or so pages of typescript; prising the sections titled 〃The Gunslinger〃 and 〃The Way Station。〃 It was replaced by a more legitimate…looking paper; but I remember those funny green sheets with more affection than I could ever convey in words。 I came back to the gunslinger's world when Salem's Lot was going badly (〃The Oracle and the Mountains〃) and wrote of the boy Jake's sad ending not long after I had seen another boy; Danny Torrance; escape another bad place in The Shining In fact; the only time when my thoughts did not turn at least occasionally to the gunslinger's dry and yet somehow gorgeous world (at least it has always seemed gorgeous to me) was when I was inhabiting another that seemed every bit as real  the post…apocalypse world of The Stand。 The final segment presented here; 〃The Gunslinger and the Man in Black;〃 was written less than eighteen months ago; in western Maine。
I believe that I probably owe readers who have e this far with me some sort of synopsis (〃the argument;〃 those great old romantic poets would have called it) of what is to e; since I'll almost surely die before pleting the entire novel。。; or epic。。。 or whatever you'd call it。 The sad fact is that I can't really do that。 People who know me understand that I am not an intellectual ball of fire; and people who have read my work with some critical approval (there are a few; I bribe them) would probably agree that the best of my stuff has e more from the heart than from the head。。。 or from the gut; which is the place from which the strongest emotional writing originates。
All of which is just a way of saying that I'm never pletely sure where I'm going; and in this story that is even more true than usual。 I know from Roland's vision near the end that his world is indeed moving on because Roland's universe exists within a single molecule of a weed dying in some cosmic vacant lot (I think I probably got this idea from Clifford D。 Simak's Ring Around the Sun; please don't sue me; Cliff!); and I know that the drawing involves calling three people from our own world (as Jake himself was called by the man in black) who will join Roland in his quest for the Dark Tower I know that because segments of the second cycle of stories (called 〃The Drawing of the Three〃) have already been written。
But what of the gunslinger's murky past? God; I know so little。 The revolution that topples the gunslinger's 〃world of light〃? I don't know。 Roland's final confrontation with Marten; who seduces his mother and kills his father? Don't know。 The deaths of Roland's patriots; Cuthbert and Jamie; or his adventures during the years between his ing of age and his first appearance to us in the desert?
I don't know that; either。 And there's this girl; Susan。 Who is she? Don't know。
Except somewhere inside; I do。 Somewhere inside I know all of those things; and there is no need of an argument; or a synopsis; or an outline (outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses)。 When it's time; those things and their relevance to the gunslinger's questwill roll out as naturally as tears or laughter。 And if they never get around to rolling out; well; as Confucius once said; five hundred million Red Chinese don't give a shit。
I do know this: at some point; at some magic time; there will be a purple evening (an evening made for romance!) when Roland will e to his dark tower; and approach it; winding his horn。。; and if I should ever get there; you'll be the first to know。
Stephen King
Bangor; Maine



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