“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless.
The tale is the map that is the territory. You must remember this.” ~ Neil Gaiman
It’s come to this. It’s 6 AM on Wednesday morning. 20º F. Quiet. The cat is on her throne. All is well. Except . . . I’m listening to bagpipe music! What’s up with that. Could be worse, I suppose, could be an accordion. Or a banjo. It is friggin 6 AM and any sensible Boomer would be listening to some urbane New Agey guitar music, or even pure classical guitar music. Whatever. I feel rattled. Yesterday had a seriously weird twist to it. I’m still recovering. All is well. Just thought I’d through in a few Gaiman quotes. I highly admire the man’s writing. Life’s story shifts. And on we go. All is well. It is all about story value, from here on, down the road.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.