Yes, I’m on a bit of a Gaiman kick right now. It always seems to happen around the holidays, or anytime I’m doing a bit of reflecting. These days most of that reflecting is on a time, ten years ago, when I was a teenage goth girl just moving away from my parents for the first time, alone in a big, dangerous, scary city that felt more like home than any place has since (though oddly every time I hop a train into NYC I get that coming-home feeling, like the city itself is welcoming me back with open arms).
The Sandman was one of the pieces of art that held my hand through those days, and I’ll always be grateful to Neil Gaiman for writing it, and to myriad wonderful artists for illustrating it.
Also, his New Year’s wishes are about the best ones I can think of. So while I sit here listening to the Smiths’ “There is a light that never goes out,” with a huge teen vampire novel sitting next to me waiting to be devoured, I share them with you. Because I wish them for you, too. Even those of you who hate me.
…I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.
Read Neil’s Blog. Which he calls a journal, because he is classier than me.