I'm mostly reading Dreaming Down Under and mostly not enjoying it.

I finished Wolves of the Calla. It must be decidedly odd to write a book for 25 or so years and then be finished. It must leave you feeling at loose ends.

I wonder if Stephen King knew where this story was going to take him and how many of his other works it would permeate when he started it. I think he likely didn't. He started writing and then followed the tail as well as he could wherever it would take him.