This is for Neil Gaiman, but you can read it if you want to:
I wanted to do this in person, but I thought about it this year and I think it is kind of stupid to expect a thing like that because:
1. Maybe, Neil, I’ll die before I meet you in person;
2. Maybe I’d forget you, because you know, I’m thirty now and age comes in the blink of an eye as do diseases;
3. I can be abducted or eaten by a zombie;
4. I think a lot about a Stephen King quote, where he says: “The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller.”
5. Something changed and I don’t think about this quote anymore.
So I decided to write my story. Here we go: As my final work in the university (I’m a graphic designer by the way) I took one of your short stories (October in the chair) and turned it into an illustrated book. This is the way that I found to say thank you, not just because you are this great writer, admired by intelligent people (like my mom) but for all the times that you said the exact words that fit in this empty place in my heart (ok, that’s cheesy :D). The good art speech? Oh god! I was like: Shut up! this is what I expect to hear from my professors!
So thank you Mr Gaiman. I hope you’ll be happy, because happiness is a good thing to wish to somebody like you. Because happiness is what you give me.
October in the chair