Seething sorrow
Mar. 12th, 2015 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceYou know what distresses me most about today? Well, no, you don't, but I shall tell you. It is that on a day when I should be nothing but sad and settled, I have to be all stirred up and raging. Sir Pterry's entitled to a day of clear reflection on what we've lost, and he's not going to get it from me because a sodding insurance company is fucking with my wife, and that just clouds everything.
My Twitter feed is full today, with only two things trending: Terry's death, and the story of how Aetna is denying Karen the drugs she needs.
I don't even want to tell you about that, because I want to be talking about Terry: how I met him when he was known but not yet famous; how he was the hardest-working writer on the circuit, seemingly always on tour; how he wrote his four hundred words a day, every day, on the cutest little proto-notebook long before notebooks were a thing. We had breakfast together in some hotel somewhere, and he was delightful company, and the next time I saw him he was suddenly a megastar but he still remembered me.
And now he's gone, way too soon, and - yeah. We have to be dealing with this.
My Twitter feed is full today, with only two things trending: Terry's death, and the story of how Aetna is denying Karen the drugs she needs.
I don't even want to tell you about that, because I want to be talking about Terry: how I met him when he was known but not yet famous; how he was the hardest-working writer on the circuit, seemingly always on tour; how he wrote his four hundred words a day, every day, on the cutest little proto-notebook long before notebooks were a thing. We had breakfast together in some hotel somewhere, and he was delightful company, and the next time I saw him he was suddenly a megastar but he still remembered me.
And now he's gone, way too soon, and - yeah. We have to be dealing with this.