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Taken from his blog from the Jan20 entry:

Writing Sandman broke all my responses to nightmares. I mean, I know I'm meant to be troubled by them, they're nightmares after all, but for years I'd wake so thrilled by nightmares that they became more and more infrequent, and you could almost hear them grumbling backstage as I woke up -- "I dunno what's wrong, I'm losing it, I did the whole corpse-with-a-knife coming at him bit, and he starts screaming 'This is so cool, I can use this!' I'm gutted, it's just awful, I'm losing it." "Nah, you're great, Oswald, you're still the best, it's him."

So this is just to say that I had a nightmare and awoke going "wow, now that was amazing!": a strange and intricately plotted story, involving at one point, the projectile vomiting of an enormous number of worms, and towards the end, a murderous identity-swap with an alien demon.

:grins: I love his mind.

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Yes, he's wonderful -- I particularly enjoyed his post a week or so ago, lamenting the state he gets in at the end of a story:

It's like trying to run programs on a computer with 100% CPU use. I'm left with just about enough native intelligence to walk, talk monosyllabically, and tie my shoelaces. I assume that I'm off figuring out the end of the story I'm writing, because the alternative, in terms of sudden-onset mental decay, is too dreadful to think about. Meanwhile I walk around aimlessly, cannot remember where I put things, or the names of the things that I can't remember where I put them. And I say "er..." a lot, and pick things up and look at them.

I confess to loving more than his mind. I also lust in my heart and everywhere else after his body. Under the black leather and the cool sunglasses, he has the sweet androgynous look I love. He's one of the very few exceptions to my rule about never having fantasies I can't actually fulfill.

I'd probably have a far worse lust for him if it wasn't for my awful Aragorn/Viggo obsession. And I also almsot never, ever have unnatainable lusts like this. So.

Well, I'm still hoping to see a picture of him with a beard. Mmmmmmmm.

Mmmm. Stubble. Yes.

:wants:

**looks pained** I know what you mean. I have a thing for tall lanky dark haired english guys, to boot.

He's also got a beautiful voice. I've got the CD of Coraline -- wonderful reading.

To be fair, it's not just that I think he's beautiful, though God knows he is. Every day for a year I passed his picture on the back of American Gods, and every dsay I said, "He's gorgeous," without caring at all. But when I started to read his blog, I was enchanted. He's a good writer, he's charming and smart and self-effacing and funny, he's a devoted father, he's just generally adorable.

Interestingly, I find his friend and quondam writing partner just as attractive -- the short, stocky, bald, bearded Terry Pratchett. And no, it isn't just the British accent. It's his astonishing heart and mind.

That's mostly my problem, as well. I want to have a mad affair with the man's mind. Frighteningly enough, that's what fuels my Viggo obsession as well - I wasn't interested in him beyond him being yummily Aragorn until I found out what a renaissance man he was...gorgeous and intelligent and talented all in one freaking package.

No! You're not allowed to talk about that (again)! This is the Neil-Lust corner! **shoveshoveshove**

The blog did it for me, too. Damnit! It's unfair for a man to be brilliant, good-looking, funny, a wonderful writer, and married.

**sticks a little flag in the ground claiming this part of bonnie/navah's journal for Neil-Lust, as opposed to the Aragorn/Viggo-Lust which all the rest of the journal is claimed for**

Though I do find, curiously, that he (Neil) looks hung-over surprisingly often, and when he actually is hung-over he looks like he should should never have left bed. It gives me odd urges to make him tea and feed him homeopathic remedies.

:capitulates:

Okay, okay. This corner can be for Neil-lust. I still do have Neil-lust, y'know. It's just not as overwhelmingly awful as my lust for, well, you know who.

And, yus. It was most definitly the blog that did me in. Such a fecking brilliant, interesting, wildly and frighteningly bizzare and creative mind...I could just talk with him all day every day...

(and look, I didn't even use the you know who icon...remarkable self control, I think. :preens:)

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