I'm going to tell you a secret: I hated Neil Gaiman.
This was back in college when I was teaching computer classes in my alma mater. One of my students mentioned a popular comic book he was reading.
"What?" I asked my student.
"Sandman, the comic book series," he said.
"Who?" I asked, meaning both the character and the author.
"Neil Gaiman. Don't you know him?"
"I don't." I shook my head and started secretly hating Mr. Gaiman then. Of course, I was jealous. At that time, I already knew I wanted to be a writer but I didn't have the confidence to share my dream with anyone. Something about talking about a famous author bruised my stupid ego. (Boom, boom, boom)Read More