In later years, movie studios and production companies snapped up the film rights for King novels before the books saw print, e.g. Delores Claiborne. King writes for 3-4 hours a day. He used to write 2000-3000 words a day, now he can only manage 1000. King once flew on a plane that ran into turbulence. The oxygen mask came out, and his seat was ripped from the floor and he landed on his side, still strapped in. It was a while before he could get on a plane again. Against abortion because he likens it to abandonment, something his father did when King was a child. Never answers his own phone.
He will never co-author a book with his wife, because he feels that if they ever did, it would lead to divorce court. In 1993, King played with the Rock Bottom Remainders to sell out arenas. King has a deal with Castle Rock; they can have his work for a dollar, but he gets script approval, he approves the director, cast approval, and he can pull the plug anytime, no matter how much money was spent. He gets 5% of every dollar, so in the case of The Green Mile (1999), he made 25 million dollars. King gets depressed when people say The Stand is his best book because that was written three decades ago and implies he hasn't written anything as good since. When King was hit by a van in 1999, he was lucky not to have been killed outright. While in recovery, one of his lungs had collapsed, he had four broken ribs, a gash to the head that needed 20 stitches and his spine was chipped in eight places. His right leg almost had to be amputated but doctors managed to save it. The only thing undamaged in the accident were the lenses in King's glasses; he later replaced the frame. During King's recovery after being knocked down by a van in 1999, he was appalled when he was hooked up to a morphine drip, what with his former past as a drug addict. He didn't become re-addicted by doctors keeping him below the recommended dose. He could feel the craving bubbling to the surface, but this time experience prepared him to recognize the danger signs. By the time he came home, he had lost 40 pounds. None of the nurses cracked any "Misery" jokes but he said he would have appreciated the dark irony. He could only write for up to an hour and a half every day, so he spent the Winter in Florida; the warm weather would aid his recovery. He still needs to walk with a cane though. After accepting a literary award in 2003, he had a relapse and had to spend another month in hospital. He weighed 160 pounds and nearly died. Tabitha took the opportunity to refurbish his office. The one thing King is reluctant to write is an autobiography. The nearest he's ever come to that is the CV section of his non-fictional book On Writing. Has a fear of therapists. He had to conquer that fear during the worst stages of his alcoholism and drug addiction.