“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.” - Neil Gaiman

Just spent the last two hours reading through Goth Girl Rising by Barry Lyga. I was loathe to finish it because who knows when his next book will be out? For some reason Mr. Lyga is kinda the first author I ever really thought of as YA. Maybe it was the first time I'd really thought about the section itself. (I used to leap around from the children ( Read more... )

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Some writers need a while to charge their batteries, and then write their books very rapidly. Some writers write a page or so every day, rain or shine. Some writers run out of steam, and need to do whatever it is they happen to do until they're ready to write again. Sometimes writers haven't quite got the next book in a series ready in their heads ( Read more... )

From his most recent blog post -

(I just called my Visa card to fix something, and found myself being asked if I was the Neil Gaiman. I said yes, I was. "So," said the Visa person, "Are you going to be writing an episode of Dr Who?")

Heee.

Spider had no prayers, but he had rocks, and he could throw them. Perhaps he might lucky, and a rock might do some damage in the darkness. Spider knew it would be a miracle if it did, but he had spent his entire life relying on miracles.
He reached for another rock.
Something brushed the back of his hand.
Hello, said the little clay spider, in ( Read more... )

Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the color of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop.
"You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.

So I'm going to tell you my favourite part of the evening, which was talking to Kate Magowan about Una (which is the part she plays in the film), and her calling over her husband to meet me, a husband who turned out to be John Simm, who interrupted my stumbling burbles of "ulp Life on Mars erk The Master" with his own starry-eyed "glunk The Sandman ( Read more... )

Going through Neil again. At the moment I'm nearing the end of Good Omens. Might be time to reread Anansi Boys. Haven't read that one in a while.

It's funny...I have loads of favorite authors: Rumer Godden, D.E. Stevenson, Edward Eager, Jasper Fforde, Bernard Cornwell, Ellis Peters, Susan Cooper, Hillary McKay, etc. But whenever anyone asks...All ( Read more... )