I would have preferred another day instead of my birthday to find out about your death.
You probably didn’t know this, but I wrote a book about you in 2006. An editor of small publisher sent me a list of potential subjects for middle grade biographies, and I saw your name. I read a few short stories, of course, but I knew little else about you. For whatever reason, your name popped out at me, and I selected you as the topic of my next book.
I started doing my research, I was struck with your passion for writing. Your tendency to create worlds and find the landscapes of “what if” scenarios stunned me. You were not afraid.
I like this.
I reread Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles. I read Something Wicked This Way Comes and dozens of short stories.
Your writing passion and your lifelong goal to create and keep creating impressed me most. You seemed to have this headlong, wonderful enthusiasm you brought to every project.
You said many great things about the craft of writing, but this is my favorite, the one I repeat when I get stuck or over analyze what I do.
“Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.”