Goodbye Terry.

I've not posted in a while for personal reasons but I thought I'd post a nice quick update because I'm feeling like I need to get a few things out.
As most of you probably know, the world lost one of its greatest, most inspirational authors today. Terry Pratchett has sadly passed away. And learning about this today made me think so much about my childhood.
There are quite a few things that no-one knows about me and for the sake of this post, I'm going to share one of those things now.
Growing up I used to write a heck load of stories and comic strips. Most of them were fantasy/sci-fi based the rest were horror/mysteries. I loved to write about monsters and alternate universes, death, murder and serial killers (Jack the Ripper being my biggest inspiration for the serial killer stories, the Yorkshire ripper being another inspiration). Anything I found interesting to read, I loved to write about. I had notebooks filled with stories. I had diaries that I used to write in. But I never wrote the diaries about my day, they were always about my characters day. My biggest influences for these stories were Terry Pratchett and Darren Shan. Another thing that no-one knows is that when I read a book, I imagine all of the details, all of the small things, I take them all into consideration in my imagination, say there's a monster, not only would I imagine what that creature looked like, I'd imagine the situation, the scene, I'd imagine what state the creature is in, is it out of breath, is it sweating, is it angry, how angry is it?, is it covered in a liquid? what liquid, bile? blood? vomit? and and sometimes, I'd draw what I was imagining. Drawing the creatures that other people imagined was probably one of my favourite things to do. But, I was so ashamed of doing it that I would draw it and then throw it away so that no-one else saw it. I used to want to be an author, or an illustrator, I used to want to write my own stories and draw the illustrations that would accompany them. That was a dream of mine, but one I never shared. I don't quite know why this is something I have never shared with anyone. I'm not exactly ashamed of doing these things or wanting those things, I guess I just didn't think anyone would understand. But, one of my inspirations has died today. And, to me, that's a sign. Even the greatest of people don't live forever, but they sure do last forever. Terry Pratchett will last forever in history, he will always be remembered, his stories will always be read and passed around, just like Shakespear and Grimm, and Conan Doyle. He will be forever loved and remembered. Terry was an inspirational man. Despite his terrible disease, he continued to create, he wrote stories that inspired and entertained the world and I think that if a man so ordinary, so normal, can become someone so important to so many people then what's to stop anyone else doing the same? The world is full of so many people, and at least one of them is going to be the next person to inspire the world. So many people are going to be known, known for their art, for their achievements and for their personality and I want to be one of those people. I want to leave my mark on the world and inspire millions, just like Terry did. I don't want to die, I want to die and be remembered by millions.

Sorry for the rather messy post. I didn't really think much about it before posting it. I just thought that I needed to get this out, and that this was the best place to do so.

love and peace, Lindsey xo