There is a great image of Neil Gaiman floating about the internet. Hold on. Let me go find it….
And, of course, I can’t find it. So what do I do? I write a note to Neil Gaiman.
I have spent the better part of the morning looking for a quote by you. And I can’t find it.
I expect you to do absolutely nothing about this. But for some strange reason I can’t explain, except perhaps the pain meds, I thought you should know that I have been pursuing your words all morning.
Every writer should hear that.
Heaven knows, we spend long enough pursuing them ourselves.
After this, I have decided I should not be operating a keyboard under the influence of pain medication. Not that the above note is at all bad, but it’s very out of character for me to just fire off a note into the ether to someone I do not know. So, obviously the meds are having an effect on my judgement.
Time to step away.