Sad news folks. Author Ned Vizzini has killed himself. I don’t know the details and most of the information I gleamed through twitter.
He had a wife and a son. He wrote several books. He worked in TV and wore bright orange socks. He was nice to me and I wish I was nicer to him. I don’t get the opportunity now and I’m rather upset about it. If I had the ability to jump back in time I would try to slap some sense into him. That’s not the answer. That’s just an immature perspective on grief.
I’m lucky enough to have quite a few signed books of his. I blogged about that time I found myself at the Barnes & Noble in Glendale and he had signed stock after I had purchased a copy of his book and the frustration I felt at missing that opportunity. I have since gotten that book signed by him…I think he may have personalized it.
I should go outside and look at the light before the sun sets. And remember the light and the heat and the warmth of it all. Ned, I know I’ll miss you.