Finished "On Writing" by Stephen King. The first time I read this, I was in my 40s. This time I may have put too much emphasis on where Steven called out his age as of the writing, and noticed that it matched my age as of the reading. It's still a great book to read about writing, and I recommend it to anyone with an interest. What also struck me differently this time was the story at the end of this edition of him being hit by a van while walking, and how different that could have gone with the smallest of changes in other directions. Mortality is a thing, yeah?
