Put Yourself in Paul Sheldon's Place

You ambush her by the door, that's what you do. Beat the crap out of her with the chair, the typewriter, a lamp -- anything. He was well enough for a time there, before the ankle breakin', that he could've done something.

I have no idea who Paul Sheldon is. What size shoe does he wear?

He's the writer who was kidnapped by Annie in Stephen's King's book, Misery.

If I were him I would have stuck my thumb in my mouth and gone to my happy place. Which would have made for a terrible book.

OctoberRain said:

He's the writer who was kidnapped by Annie in Stephen's King's book, Misery.

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Um... given that our resident Mustela Putorius Furo asked what size shoe (no plural) he wore, I think he knew.

Myself, I would have checked the weather and stayed home put that day.

I would have told Annie she was right purty. Then after some hot lovin', I'd have decked her with her scrapbook and got the feck out of there.

seun said:

I would have told Annie she was right purty. Then after some hot lovin', I'd have decked her with her scrapbook and got the feck out of there.

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Another good idea. I think Sheldon could have wooed her. Wooed her and then pummelled her with something while she lay in a fog of ecstasy.

Here's a thought I had while watching Misery a couple of weeks ago on cable. Off-topic, but anyway.

What happened to Kathy Bates career after Misery? She just seemed to fall off the map. Forever typecast as a psycho, maybe?

Why during her fog of ecstasy? Can't you wait till the after glow had dimmed just a little? Otherwise it is being excessively cruel.

Looks like she's been pretty busy, just not in really big films.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000870/

OctoberRain said:

He's the writer who was kidnapped by Annie in Stephen's King's book, Misery.

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Oh, thank god. Here I thought something important happened in the news and I wasn't paying attention again.

WittyandorIronic said:

Why during her fog of ecstasy? Can't you wait till the after glow had dimmed just a little? Otherwise it is being excessively cruel.

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This is the same woman who put a block between the man's ankles and... Well, you know the rest.

Cruelty is relative in this situation.

First of all, I'd be scared to death, because if there was someone who liked my books that much, I'd know they were completely unhinged. I'd know from day one I was screwed.

Then I'd bean her with the typewriter and hope for the best. Or I'd bean myself with the typewriter and hope I died quickly.

Here is what I would do:

1) Die.

I would do it in that order, too.

I'd probably develop Stockholm Syndrome and spend the rest of my life writing Misery books and wondering why on earth I'd ever want to write a book with swear words in 'em when 'cockadoody' answers the purpose quite dandily.

Will Lavender said:

Another good idea. I think Sheldon could have wooed her. Wooed her and then pummelled her with something while she lay in a fog of ecstasy.

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PeeDee said:

Here is what I would do:

1) Die.

I would do it in that order, too.

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I like Pete's idea better.

seun said:

I would have told Annie she was right purty. Then after some hot lovin', I'd have decked her with her scrapbook and got the feck out of there.

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YOU STOLE MY ANSWER!

Who the f is Paul Sheldon?

Put myself in Paul Sheldon's place?

I'd have had the brakes checked before I started the silly trip.

Every time I think, "My head hurts, I can write. It's too hot, I can't write. I'm out of diet Coke, I can't write..." I think about Paul Sheldon. If he can write "hobbled" and with a thumb missing and addicted to pain killers and everything else, I can write when I'm less than comfortable...

As for what I'd do, I'm with zahra.

I would have said:

"You've got the wrong man. I'm not Paul Sheldon. I'm James Cann."

I would have said:

"You've got the wrong man. I'm not Paul Sheldon. I'm James Cann."


LOL

Moving.

Birol said:

Moving.

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So am I next Saturday.

I was in Paul Sheldon's place for 12 years. A damn sight longer than Paul had to endure it.

My divorce was final in June of this year. Whew!