I just found out that Robert Jordan, one of my favorite authors, died this afternoon. I knew he was sick, but I thought he was getting better.
The thing is, he's the third fantasy writer whose work I liked who has died this year alone. (The other ones I wasn't into as much anymore: Lloyd Alexander and Madeline L'Engle) It's like a curse - almost all the writers who write stuff that I like are already dead, or dying off!
The way this year is going, Orson Scott Card will probably get hit by a bus on Christmas Eve and Harry Turtledove will die of pneumonia on New Years. Seriously, this year pretty much sucks where good authors are concerned.
And I was having such a good day, since it finally started to cool down after it being so miserably hot.

The thing is, he's the third fantasy writer whose work I liked who has died this year alone. (The other ones I wasn't into as much anymore: Lloyd Alexander and Madeline L'Engle) It's like a curse - almost all the writers who write stuff that I like are already dead, or dying off!
The way this year is going, Orson Scott Card will probably get hit by a bus on Christmas Eve and Harry Turtledove will die of pneumonia on New Years. Seriously, this year pretty much sucks where good authors are concerned.
And I was having such a good day, since it finally started to cool down after it being so miserably hot.
