Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Harry Harrison died yesterday.

I'm getting really really tired of this sort of thing.

I'm really glad I keep meeting younger writers our I would have shelves full of nothing but dead people.

Wait.  That's happening anyway since I read all the younger writers in E form.

But still, you know what I mean.

But Harry Harrison?  DAMN.

I remember when Jim Henson died, and I thought... "Kermit the Frog died today."  Well, no, because as it turned out other people could write for that character.

On the other hand,  Slippery Jim died yesterday.  No one but Harry would ever be able to write that character.