Sometimes it’s fun to pretend that your celebrity imaginary best friend has written something specifically geared toward you, so I’m going to pretend Neil Gaiman’s New Year salutation was just for me:

[ed.: My dearest Shaunsaurus,] May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. [ed.: Love, Neil]

Now I have even more incentive to get some serious writing done. Thanks, Neil!

 

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