Terry

I knew I had to write something.

Not every day has the death of the guy who shaped how you viewed stories and storytelling, and even showed you the specific concept of writing that you now do daily.

But the words just aren’t flowing. He was witty, charming, deep but accessible, his worlds were fantastic but real, his stories familiar but different…

All words that others have, and will continue to say, for years, decades.

It’s as if, when he left, he took all my words with him.

But then, he practically gave them to me in the first place…