You get work however you get work.
People keep working, in a freelance world, and more and more of today's world is freelance, because their work is good, and because they are easy to get along with, and because they deliver the work on time. And you don't even need all three. Two out of three is fine. People will tolerate how unpleasant you are if your work is good and you deliver it on time. They'll forgive the lateness of the work if it's good, and if they like you. And you don't have to be as good as the others if you're on time and it's always a pleasure to hear from you.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Make Good Art
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Amanda Palmer - Science Fiction/Double Feature
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, January 18, 2010
Neil Gaiman in the New Yorker
Also, there's the bit about NG's alternative career as a bespoke religion designer.
Friday, September 04, 2009
Library Porn: Neil Gaiman's Book Collection

Monday, June 08, 2009
The Internet May Explode
Monday, April 20, 2009
Blueberry Girl
Neil Gaiman reads a poem for his god-daughter, illustrated by Charles Vess.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Dave McKean Interview
(via Neil)
Friday, March 06, 2009
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Coraline Boxes


Saturday, December 20, 2008
Neil Gaiman's Hanukkah Christmas
It was trees all the way, properly decorated ones, with tinsel and glass balls and a star on the top. We lobbied and we lobbied hard, and we would not give up. My parents would not countenance it. They had not had Christmas trees when they were children; instead, they had parents who disapproved of Christmas trees. You couldn't, my mother told us, be Jewish and have a Christmas tree.I was a precocious child, and I had read widely, and I struck. "But it's not Christian," I said.
"I think you'll find it is, dear," said my mother. "That's why they call them Christmas trees, after all."
"They are actually," I told her, proudly, and precociously, "a pagan relic. The trees. The thing of people bringing trees into houses at the winter solstice and decorating them has nothing at all to do with Christianity. It's from pagan times."
I'm not sure why it was better to be a pagan relic, but I hoped it was, and it seemed to shake my mother's certainty. Like my teacher, she knew better than to argue
theology with an eight-year-old.Whether it was, as I thought at the time, my precocious argument or (more probably in retrospect), my sisters' huge, pleading eyes and trembling lower lips, I do not know, but my father went to the local market and picked out a Christmas tree for us and brought it home. We decorated 'it, and were content. Having won the Christmas tree battle, we had, somehow, won the Christmas war.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Two Short Neil Gaiman Links
1. In which one can see Mr. Gaiman's house, writing cottage, pumpkin patch and blackberry bramble. It is an absolutely satisfying environment for a writer of strange fiction, as if fed by the compost of imagination and old stories.
2. In which he discusses the impact of the strange onto everyday life:
GR: So many of your books walk the boundary between the real and the supernatural. Have you ever had a supernatural experience?
NG: You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd. Like everybody in the world, I've had moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd. I actually wrote about one of them in my latest book, Fragile Things. There's a true-life ghost story about running into a gypsy woman dressed as if she was from a previous century outside my front door. And maybe she was. There's a wonderful author named Robert Aickman who wrote what he described as "strange stories." They were more or less ghost stories, but they always lacked explanation.