Still, every night Koontz places a freshly printed copy of whatever manuscript he's working on in the fridge - just in case of a conflagration. His 12,000-square-foot art-filled manse features the latest innovations to guard against wildfires. He installed a towering fence, which partially obstructs the view, to protect his golden retriever Elsa from rattlesnakes. Mostly, Koontz stays put in Orange County. He hasn't flown for 50 years after a flight he was on encountered serious turbulence and a nun on board proclaimed, "We're all going to die." He's not big on boats, either, after an anniversary cruise coincided with a hurricane. Koontz writes terrifying stories of murder and mayhem, yet is incapable of watching a gory movie. "Of all the writers I've ever known, I have more self-doubt. "There are days that you think, 'I can't do this anymore,'" says Koontz, 77, author of more than 110 books that have sold over 500 million copies in 38 languages. Few American writers sell as many books, live better or worry more than Dean Koontz.
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