Dear Mr. King, It feels strange to be writing you a thank you note. I’ve never considered myself a fan of yours. Ironically, I married a fan who, as of the mid-80s owned every one of your books in hardcover, some of them in two different languages. He tried and tried to get me to read your books, and I dug in my heels. I didn’t like horror. I’m squeamish that way. I still don’t, if I’m honest. And I know you’ve written things that aren’t considered horror. My husband convinced me to read The Eyes of the Dragon at one point, since I do like fantasy, but I didn’t like it. I’m stubborn that way, and it was probably my own prejudice talking. Recently, however, I acquired a copy of On Writing. I know, I’m late to the party,…