For Neil Gaiman


Neil wasn’t smiling when he told me that I should be writing. He looked angry. He looked like he might show me the importance of writing if I kept procrastinating. I picked up my pen. He didn’t even blink. He kept staring long after I started scribbling out notes. I once asked why he was so angry. He responded with the same stern expression he always used. You should be writing, he repeated. I gave in then, too.

(taken from MoreKnown)