There are two types of writers who have captured our collective imagination. On the one hand, there’s F. Scott Fitzgerald, who wrote novels that were unabashedly autobiographical or semi-autobiographical. His wife and muse, Zelda, was as famous as he was. On the other hand, there’s Stephen King, who writes 10 pages a day and has published 63 novels at my last count. He’s so prolific that he couldn’t possibly rely on something as fickle as a muse. (more…)