I realized today that while I did tell the story of when I met Neil Gaiman, I didn't actually post up any proof. No photographic evidence that I'm not just living an elaborate fantasy world contained entirely in my mind.
Wait, I guess I am. Living in my own fantasy world is kinda what they pay me for. But my point is that my rich personal fantasy life did not include meeting Neil Gaiman, that was a real bit that actually happened in my not-fantasy world.
And here's the picture to prove it:
(I am the one with the Muppet-like beard.)
First, I would like to state, for the record, that I am not about to bite Neil Gaiman with the intention of devouring a piece of him, thereby gaining some of his power. I am actually laughing. Or I might be doing my Prince Vultan impression. Or both.
For those of you who have not squandered your lives watching bad movies, this is Prince Vultan from Flash Gordon.
Uncanny, isn't it? It's like we're twins.
You'll also notice in the picture that I'm keeping a careful distance between myself and Gaiman. I read somewhere that if you touch him, God strikes you dead for your impiety. That's why he's carried everywhere on a platform supported by six burly Mameluke slaves.
Lastly, just to prove that I can look civilized when I have to, here's a picture of me looking like an something other than a fictional character or a hobo:
Awww.... Look at me. I'm cute as a fluffy puppy.
This is back in 2002 at the Writers of the Future award ceremony with my fellow winner Neddi Okorafor. She's one of the handful of cool writers that I got to know before my book came out and I got all popular and shit. Nnedi gave me advice on early drafts of my book, and has just generally been all-around cool over the years. Her second book, The Shadow Speaker, just came out. It's good stuff and you should definitely check it out. She was also on the cover of this month's Locus, so you know she's a heavy hitter.
That's all for now. I've got to get back to work...
posted by Pat at 2:03 AM