Every morning, before writing a single new word, he reads the last couple of pages from the day before. Not just to remember where he left off — but to re-enter the world. He describes it like a plane on a runway:
You taxi down the familiar path... and then you take off.
Stephen King doesn’t just write. He disappears. He calls it a kind of self-hypnosis — a trance he slips into through routine, rhythm, and sheer repetition.
Here’s the science: Aerobic exercise like walking increases blood flow to the brain, especially to the prefrontal cortex — the part responsible for focus, decision-making, and memory. It’s like giving your brain a software update every morning. But the real magic? Creativity.
He says if he doesn’t write every day, something strange happens. The characters start to fade. They stop feeling real. They become names on a page instead of people living in his head. And worse — he starts to lose his grip. The plot unravels. The pacing slips. The spark begins to die