Terry Pratchett

It was on the BBC news today. Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer’s disease. He says he’ll be able to finish his current commitments (two books) and there should be time for a few more. This has hit me hard. When David Gemmell, the author of my favourite book, died it was more of a fact of life. It may be the idea of a mind as amazing as Pratchett’s being eroded slowly but surely. Maybe it’s the fact he’s seems like such a nice bloke. His books have been a massive, huge, gigantic influence on me as a reader and as a writer. I’m not sure what else to write or if I should even be writing anything at all.

I salute the man. That is all.