I have never been much of a fan of Stephen King. My tastes lean far more toward happily ever after. But, at t erecommendation of my husband, I decided to read 11/22/63. I have got to give credit where it is due. How this man could manage to weave a plot through 848 pages is amazing. I have notebooks full of the beginnings of stories that fade to nothingness at page 20 if I’m lucky. I am widely regarded as creative (honest.) I can come up with one-liners galore but developing even a simple story eludes me. Why?