GENE WOLF (MAY 7, 1931- APRIL 14, 2019) [OPINION]

I just read the most astonishing piece of work aboutGene Wolf (May 7, 1931- April 14, 2019), whose work I have yet to fully acquaint myself with, though not out of lack of respect. I was a reader of Science Fiction and Fantasy at an early age, and the subsequent years have left me with little time for it since. (I am glad I read voraciously)

I have just experienced the passing of a time old tale, told to me by “The Ringer”, of a man who dared to live to write for himself, and share it with others as a dream coming true. This story really moved me, even to tears after a short 15 minutes of“read time”. I highly suggest it, though I am not going to take the time to link it here, find it for your damned self.

Kidding: https://www.theringer.com/2019/4/25/18515675/gene-wolfe-science-fiction-author

I have yet to find such acclaim as he claimed in his 87 years. I have found love, like some do not as we. I have foundpaid publication around the same age. I have done as much writing as he did at my age, though in pieces, and not as a whole work. In short, I know that as long as I live and I breathe, I have the time and talent, God willing, to find success.

I know I am being read here at this website still, as the slow counter, yet unable to “not track” my own page views, spins on and tells me how I have been seen in Ireland, France, Germany, Russia, and others. I have seen what people are looking at, and that by all indicators they are looking for a heartfelt story. By all means that is what I impose to deliver at any cost, though not by imposition.

I find myself the days gone, are the past regrets that I will live on to dispel, in my own mind, and have put at ease to date. Not so successfully, though, without a cost in sharing them.

That is my best point, I believe. Not so much on the counters of any kind, but on the people with whom I have shared a life, my love, my pain and fears. People who go on in some way to pass on this to their friends, and loved ones are indeed fair game for me to blame for my ferocious indifference to the threats, harassment, and attacks that myavante garde poetry and oddities of an ill nature spurn out of the weaker of our species.

Taken aback?

Me too.

If the self same fucks would just get up off their hater assholes and get a real life, I wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore. Anyone with a dollar and a dream can win a lottery, why is it that anyone without a dollar can’t dream to make it on their own for themselves? Pricks.

So without further ado: I give you:

Thanks.

Thank you Gene Wolf, Rest In Peace, and may I be blessed with measure and substance from your works.