I just heard the news--Ray Bradbury died this morning.

I really don't know what to say but I just wanted to say something. I wouldn't be doing any of this—not the editing, not the writing and not the publishing—if it hadn't been for Ray. But you don't need me to tell you; you feel the same way yourselves, I'm sure. It's the same way everyone else who has ever dreamed or loved or looked up into the night sky and just plain wondered feels right now. Just absolutely damned awful and totally empty. It's like someone has reached inside and stolen my very heart and soul.

I've written many stories that shamelessly wear my major influence on my sleeve, most notably, perhaps, 'Some burial place vast and dry'. I don't have that one electronically to hand right now but 'Songs of Leaving' comes a close second. It's my tribute to a great great man.

It's a sad day.