Category Archives: Gaiman

“ Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,
Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,
Above, beneath, betwixt, between. ”
— The Graveyard Book
Neil Gaiman

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Writers Prayer

Oh lord, let me not be one of those who writes too much. Who spreads himself to thinly with his words, diluting all the things he has to say like butter spread too thinly over toast. Or watered milk in some worn out hotel.
Let me write the things I have to say and then be silent until I need to speak.
Oh Lord let me not be one of those who writes too little. A decade man between each tale. Or more, where every word accrues significance and dread replaces joy upon the page.
Perfection is like chasing the horizon. You kept perfection, gave the rest to us so let me earn the wisdom to move on.
But over and above those two mad specters of parsimony and profligacy, Lord, let me be brave. And let me, while I craft my tales, be wise.
Let me say true things in a voice that’s true. And with the truth in mind, let me write lies.


Neil Gaiman, Telling Tales

The day i swpped my dad for 2 goldfish…

genius..

Even Gods Do

When she comes
With the ghost of a smile
And she runs
Through his eyes for a while
Days turn
There’s empty ground somewhere
Bring the gods
Line them up one by one
Turn the coin
Sound the fife and the drum
Rake it down
Till kingdom comes back here

There’s a rise, there’s a fall
Where the light hits the wall
Spins a Shadow
There’s a rise, there’s a fall
Where the light hits the wall
Spins a…

Cut him down
From that old poplar tree
Break the cord
But he’s looking at me
There’s a cold wind
Blowing down through the meadow
He’s the dark
Where the day has been bleeding
The ink
This place has been needing
You close the door
But it still casts a Shadow

There’s a rise, there’s a fall
Where the light hits the wall
Spins a Shadow
There’s a rise, there’s a fall
Where the light hits the wall
Spins a…

Even gods do
Even gods
(There’s a rise, there’s a fall)
Even gods do
Even gods
(There’s a rise)
There’s a rise, there’s a fall
Where the light hits the wall
Spins a Shadow
There’s a rise, there’s a fall
Where the light hits the wall
Spins a…

Thea Gilmore

Interworld

“Joey Harker isn’t a hero. In fact, he’s the kind of guy who gets lost in his own house.
But then one day, Joey gets really lost. He walks straight out of his world and into another dimension.”

Just about everything Gaiman has written has made me happy. This looks to be more of the same.

They’re Here!!

The Gaiman Christmas cards I ordered came in today. Yay!! (Actually, according to the postmark they came in about a week ago, but… I have mail issues.) These things are soo awesome! Damn it, why is Christmas still so far away?

Fragile Things

It’s here! Ive been waiting forever, or at least it seems that way, but now I can finally read the Man’s new book.
Oh yeah, life is good.