I read a great book the other day. It was about an alcoholic writer who slowly goes crazy inside this creepy haunted hotel in Colorado, then tries to murder his family. I'm not going to tell you the book's name. But it was turned into a decent movie starring Jack Nicholson. And I'm not going to tell you the author's name. But I can tell you that he's tall, lives in Maine, has written books about vampires, rabid dogs, toddler resurrection, possessed trucks, young boys finding a body, a guy escaping prison and even an entire one about a lady tied to a bed after her husband dies while having sex. The author is a former alcoholic and drug addict himself and was nearly killed once after being hit by a van.But again, I'm not telling you his name. Because I want to respect his privacy.Obviously, anyone with even a passing knowledge of American pop culture -- or access to Google -- can figure out exactly who I'm talking about. (And if you can't, I don't want you reading my precious, precious words. Seriously, go read something penned by a "thought-leader.") Continue reading at AdAge.com Continue reading at 'Advertising Age'
[ Advertising Age | 2015-03-23 00:00:00 UTC ]