Thursday, March 12, 2015

Gutted

I know I've been dreadful about posting reliably this week. I apologize. Sometimes Life gets in the way, the nosy bugger.

Today has been...not a good day, for a number of reasons that I will not bore you with, but suffice it to say...I will once again not be giving you a full post. Owl is taking over my post for tonight, but I couldn't leave you without a brief word.

Those of you who have ever talked to me about literature likely know this: Terry Pratchett holds a very special place in my heart, right at the top of the pedestal of brilliant authors. I have long admired him both as a storyteller and a craftsmen, and though I know him only through his writing and his public persona, I have admired him greatly as a person.

In light of his passing today I find myself desperately sad that we have lost such a great man and a great mind, and incredibly blessed to have shared Discworld with him and with millions of other, incredible fans.

To say that Pratchett deserves a full post from me would be drastically understating the matter. He deserves several full-length books in my mind. But at the very least he shall get a full post, just not this one.

To all of you who have borne this sad news with me: Thank you for being there along side me.

Sir Terry, I hope that your journey across the endless plains is half as good a journey as the ones you've taken us on over the years.

If you don’t turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else’s story. –Sir Terry Pratchett, from The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents (2001)

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