Neil Gaiman and Me

in 1992 i read “A Game of You” which was a story ark in the Sandman comic series (issue 32-37) which dealt with the nature of identity, self, freedom and what it takes to be free.  i still have that graphic novel and 21 years later i finally got a chance to meet Neil Gaiman.  i cried.  a lot.  i was last in the line at a reading of “Ocean at the End of the Lane” and i had waited for more than 3 hours to see him.  when i finally got to him, he smiled and said “wow, you’re very sparkly”.  in a halting voice i told him how much that story had impacted me and that it had, in fact, ended up saving my life and helping me more than once.  he smiled and asked me to come around the table at which point he hugged me.  i sobbed on his shoulder saying “thank you” over and over while he talked to him.  it was incredibly intimate, only he and i could hear what we said to each other.  he was happy that his story had helped me and he was happy that i’d made it through.. that i was there.  it seemed to last forever.  i’m still crying as i remember it.

he’s one of the nicest artists that i’ve met and that he took his time and said what he said will stay with me forever.

Neil Gaiman, if you ever find yourself slogging through the wasteland of the interwebs and stumble upon this blog, thank you.

Thank you.

Neil Gaiman and I at the Clarion West Writers Workshop, Seattle, WA

Neil Gaiman and I at the Clarion West Writers Workshop, Seattle, WA


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