It’s a New Year and with it comes a fresh opportunity to shape our world.
So this is my wish, a wish for me as much as it is a wish for you: in the world to come, let us be brave – let us walk into the dark without fear, and step into the unknown with smiles on our faces, even if we’re faking them.
And whatever happens to us, whatever we make, whatever we learn, let us take joy in it. We can find joy in the world if it’s joy we’re looking for, we can take joy in the act of creation.
So that is my wish for you, and for me. Bravery and joy.
#bigreadalong - avast! Did I heer any of you filthy swabbies talk of abandoning ship?!? Well Cap’n Hill has another think for ye! Keep rowin, you maggots! No one quits MOBY DICK… unless they wanna be ground up inna chum!
The incredibly complicated, tri-continental story of this poster will be told in today’s vlogbrothers video, but basically: I wrote a book, then a 16-year-old nerdfighter from the Philippines named Nica was inspired to make artwork depicting Hazel and Augustus, and then a young nerdfighter from Norway named Ashild turned it into a poster and added the quote from TFiOS.
So basically this poster captures the strange and wonderful way that tumblr facilitates the making of strange and wonderful things. (All preorders will be signed by me, naturally, due to my signing addiction.)
If you do not think that Mr. Nancy is one of the cooler gods to have appeared in witty/delightful novels then you are wrong and you can just sit there and be wrong in your wrongness.
I have the has-to-be-wrong feeling that this is the first fan-art picture of Mr Nancy I’ve seen. So glad to see him cropping up.
I read Anansi Boys for the first time last year this month (give or take). Thus began The Year of All Things Neil. And Amanda… and it’s not over yet!
At the Connecticut Forum on Friday Night, I was asked who in history I would be for a day. So was Neri Oxman and so was Neil deGrasse Tyson. This is what we said.
WARNING, CONTAINS VENEREAL THINGS.
Neil Gaiman as the Earl of Rochester. Eek! How did he know? (see previous posts for my character Rosa’s affair with Rochester at a writers’ houseparty). Time and space certainly are wibbly wobbly.