Stephen King often has an author for the protagonist. But they’re always wildly successful authors that have enough money to handle whatever the plot calls for.
You mean, kinda like himself after his first successes?
The man always said, “Write what you know.” And boy does he!
He’s gets off the rails writing stuff he’s not familiar with. Guns and science fiction come to mind, just painfully ignorant, so off base it take me out for a minute.
Not the worst example, but it comes to mind:
Retired cop is going into a situation where he’s very likely to encounter violence. He’s got a 9mm Glock, standard police firearm, and an old six shooter. He thinks about it a moment and picks the revolver. Excuse me say what? Why would a cop ditch his own service weapon in favor of an old revolver?!
He sometimes makes up guns that do not exist. As with anything, the man has all the pull in the world to run his ideas by experts. Sometimes I think, this is outside his experience and he never asked and no one corrected him? I so want to call him up, “Look my man, you’re my favorite all-time author. Think you could run the science fiction and gun stuff by me for a smell test?”
You mean, kinda like himself after his first successes?
The man always said, “Write what you know.” And boy does he!
He’s gets off the rails writing stuff he’s not familiar with. Guns and science fiction come to mind, just painfully ignorant, so off base it take me out for a minute.
Not the worst example, but it comes to mind:
Retired cop is going into a situation where he’s very likely to encounter violence. He’s got a 9mm Glock, standard police firearm, and an old six shooter. He thinks about it a moment and picks the revolver. Excuse me say what? Why would a cop ditch his own service weapon in favor of an old revolver?!
He sometimes makes up guns that do not exist. As with anything, the man has all the pull in the world to run his ideas by experts. Sometimes I think, this is outside his experience and he never asked and no one corrected him? I so want to call him up, “Look my man, you’re my favorite all-time author. Think you could run the science fiction and gun stuff by me for a smell test?”
Maybe didn’t want to leave shell casings behind?
Other than that, I got nothing