It's a beautiful day. Kyle my photographer houseguest is off down the creek taking photographs.
If you click on http://kylecassidy.livejournal.com/513410.html
you will see a photo that he took of me and my dog the evening before last, when the light was golden and it turned the dandelion clocks into sparkles. (Probably Bill Stiteler will turn it into another of his toe-curlingly evil "Hey Girl" pictures.)
(He is out to get art made, as you will learn from the caption.)
I think that this amateur Wolves In the Walls fanart is my favourite photograph of recent vintage though.
And the Chicago Tribune did an article about me at http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/chi-090524gaiman-column,0,1101532.column
You are inside Neil Gaiman's mind. (Hands and feet must stay within the car at all times. Management not responsible, etc.)
Please note -- now coming into view on your left -- a highly unusual conglomeration. The phrase "a jumbled, jammed-together mess" might be an apt way to describe it, as would the adjective "higgledy-piggledy." There are fantastic creatures of every size and shape and color; a flaming arch leading into 37 alternative dimensions; a button; a crumbling staircase; a battered-looking witch's hat; a row of brooding Doric columns; a headless doll; a few hounds of hell, snapping and straining at their leashes; a peanut butter sandwich; a talking cat; a disembodied bloodshot eye; and the occasional troll.Currently visible on your right, my friends, is an ancient scroll upon which is written the minute particulars of your destiny -- yet sadly, another line of it disappears each time you lean close and try to make out the words. (Sit down, please -- you have been warned!)
Which is a fine way to start a newspaper article, if you ask me. Possibly the best way.
And I am getting emails from people who have found copies of CRAZY HAIR in book shops, so I think it has started to trickle out into the world, although according to Amazon the official release date is Tuesday.
Oops. They're all back from the creek. Gotta go. (I've made bubble and squeak and poached local duck eggs for breakfast.)