Terry Pratchett

I saw on Twitter when the news dropped.  I cried.

He did amazing work.  Hilarious work.  Laugh until you weep work.  Cutting, kind, vicious, proud, brutal, humble, horrifying, ugly, beautiful, sad, joyous work.

Without his books I would be a worse writer, and a worse man.

He leaves memories and stories that will last, I think, as long as humans read or speak.  But his passing also leaves me scared, and challenged.  While he lived, I could always say, “well, my work has its flaws, but at least Terry Pratchett’s out there doing it right.”  Now that’s gone.  Lancelot’s gone.  We need to do it all for ourselves, now.

We need to make our own magic.