Monday, June 17, 2013
Can't begin to explain how much this means to me.
Imagine you're a young geek, back in the '80s. There is no internet, no ebooks, no Netflix no quick and easy entertainment. So you go to your hometown library (when your parents will drive you) and you begin to explore science fiction short stories and novels. Ray Bradbury, Douglas Adams, Issac Asimov, Stephen King, Clive Barker, and Philip K. Dick become your new friends. And you begin to write horrible Star Trek and Doctor Who fan-fiction, and eventually stories of your own. And as you write more and more over the years, you fantasize that one day this will happen, and your book will be found there, for some other young geek with dreams and stories of his or her own to take home and read by flashlight under the covers...