I read yesterday that John M. Ford died on the weekend. For thsoe who don't know his work, Ford was (in my opinion, and that of many others) one of the very best writers working in any genre of any medium, never mind SF and F, as well as a writer with an imagination so restless it made Marco Polo look like a couch potato. For my part, particularly, if there was a writer I want to be, it was him; every now and then, when I can't remember just what it is I'm trying to do when I write, I go back and re-read "Walkaway Clause." And cry.
A few more tears, now.