It has just occurred to me that it is already July, meaning that I will be in San Diego for Comic-Con in just a few short weeks.
Which means, I am drawing EVER closer to meeting Neil Gaiman, the only writer in this day and age whom I adore and admire.
My fear is that when he and I are face-to-face, I’ll barely be able to squeak out “I love you” or “I want to have your babies so there are more people with brains like yours.”
Seems as if I’ll have to rehearse for our meeting.
One thought on “Crap.”
His American Gods was spectacular. The only thing I had ever seen like it was “Ragnarok,” a short story by Jorge Luis Borges.cood luck with the legend that is Gaiman.