RIP Terry Pratchett
I never had the honor of meeting Terry Pratchett, and I certainly wasn't one of his friends or family, and I'm sure that gives me the distance to feel this bigger sense of loss than just of the person at his death. There's always something extra sad to me about beloved authors dying.
It's not just the man the world lost, whom I sure will be dearly missed by those who loved him, but also the stories he never got to tell. We have the books he left us - and what an incredible legacy filled with excellent humor and some of the sharpest commentary on humankind I've ever had the pleasure to read - but I know very few authors who don't have countless worlds and characters tucked away in their heads, and it's just desperately sad to me that those visions will never see the light of day.
Creativity is infinite, but life sadly is not.
I'm spiraling enough with sadness about the end of Glee (and Parks and Rec), and now the end of Vimes, too? It's too much for me today. Off to tip my face up into the sun and breathe deeply while I still can.
It's not just the man the world lost, whom I sure will be dearly missed by those who loved him, but also the stories he never got to tell. We have the books he left us - and what an incredible legacy filled with excellent humor and some of the sharpest commentary on humankind I've ever had the pleasure to read - but I know very few authors who don't have countless worlds and characters tucked away in their heads, and it's just desperately sad to me that those visions will never see the light of day.
Creativity is infinite, but life sadly is not.
I'm spiraling enough with sadness about the end of Glee (and Parks and Rec), and now the end of Vimes, too? It's too much for me today. Off to tip my face up into the sun and breathe deeply while I still can.