Filled with Awe and Despair and Envy
Honestly, here's one of the main reasons I'd want to be a writer:
"I think I'm going to reprint a few stories that have never been reprinted for the 2007 short story collection for kids I'm planning (Ray Bradbury said that he didn't mind if I called it M is for Magic, which is my tip of the hat to R is for Rocket and S is for Space, bless him) and I know that it'll be back to the tubs again for that."
[From Neil Gaiman's online journal – link]
To begin a sentence (or especially a parenthetical) with "Ray Bradbury said" would be amazing. If I could do that, I would die happy, because Ray Bradbury is quite possibly the most amazing writer in the history of the galaxy. And Neil Gaiman, another of the writers I admire well-nigh Godhood, just got to use it.
I think I want to be Neil Gaiman, so that I can talk to Bradbury and be sort of legitimate about it. And so that I can write like Neil Gaiman. I think I'd rather write like Ray Bradbury, though Neil has a lot of his own unique awesomeness, but that would mean I'd never get to know him. I'd just be him, which would almost be a disappointment.
(Lucky blackguard….)