The words that come to you tonight are not mine. Rather, I’d like you to enjoy the words of Neil Gaiman, my very favorite writer. And if you like those words, I recommend his haunting and brilliant short story collection: Trigger Warning.
“Don’t go digging in that graveyard for the kinds of old, the
Or archbishops and their riches. They are guarded by Saint
Who will rise up from the gravedirt like the darkness, like
For he sees the sun no longer. He will touch you,
He will taste you, he will leave his words inside you.
(God is not what you imagine. Nor is Hell and nor is Heaven.)”
Happy New Year, readers and friends. May 2016 bring you new words, new stories, and new imaginings.