At the End of Ocean Lane

I just finished reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. It was a story that built up slowly then all of a sudden I was submerged. When it ended I couldn’t remember how to breathe. Then I sighed. The story really was like stepping into an ocean. With each step you get deeper and deeper and then there’s that sharp drop. But you’re not startled or afraid. It feels weird. I liked the strangeness.

Some of my favorite quotes:

“That’s the trouble with living things. Don’t last very long.”

“Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.”

“Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be continents away for all it means anything.”

“You don’t pass or fail and being a person, dear.”

“Books were safer than other people anyway.”

“Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside, either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”

My Copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I met Neil Gaiman

Last night I went to a Neil Gaiman book signing. It was at the Symphony Space theater in NYC. He was interviewed by Erin Morgenstern, the author of The Night Circus. She asked great questions but it appeared Neil Gaiman is an easy man to interview. He is very funny, informative, and inspirational. As a wanna be published writer (one day) I found his stories and his writing talk helpful. What’s great is his writing talk sounds it can go for any creative job, like art, or programing. As Mr. Gaiman said the author is the architect and building the story.

He read a few pages from his recent book, The Ocean At The End of The Lane. It’s interesting to learn how other creative people work on their art. Gaiman said he didn’t outline. The characters were always there waiting patiently in his head. He used Doctorow’s quote, “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” as an example except he said writing this novel was like driving down a dark country road, in the misty fog, with one head light. He always seemed to have a foggy idea where is was heading with the story. Also, I loved he described his story growing and almost creating itself starting out as a short story and growing into a novella than a novel.

My ticket included a personally signed copy of the book. Plus, he would signed one other book for all fans. Mr. Gaiman is an amazing author and he stayed until every last person had a signed copy. Waiting around I met wonderful people and we talked books, tv, and movies to pass the time. I was seated in row Q so he signed my copy a little after 11:30pm. I couldn’t help thinking while heading home that he was still there signing.

Erin Morgenstein was signing copies of her book. She ran out of copies of her book but continued to sign for fans. She was nice enough to sign the inside cover of my kindle. She jump started my new goal. I had Mr. Gaiman sign the inside of my kindle cover as well. I have always loved cracking a book and now I love opening my kindle cover with these two authors signers. I hope to get more author signers on this cover and when it’s full maybe I will put this in a frame on my wall and start another cover. I wasn’t the only one with new, on our feet, signing ideas. Another women had her signing the back of her nook and one other her iPad. It was an amazing, fantastic, and enlightening experience. Of course, meeting both authors, I said maybe two word to each of them. AHHHH! I was less then a foot away from real authors. (Jump up and down with nervous, exciting energy). Nevertheless, I wouldn’t change a thing.

Neil Gaiman Signing The Ocean at the End of the Lane.