I work in a bookstore, and whenever it looks as though you might be heading to town, a picture of you goes up in the staff room with a notice to new staff members to let them know that you have a habit of stealth-signing books, and that you’re welcome to do so and we’re not to try and stop you.

neil-gaiman:

thenightling:

neil-gaiman:

I don’t care if this is true or not. It’s how I think the world ought to work.

I now imagine a secret meeting in a windowless conference room.  A projected image of Neil Gaiman is on the wall in front of the long table.  Seated around the table are men in suits.  There is a middle aged man dressed in black standing at the head of the table.

“Gentleman, this is Agent Gaiman.” as he indicates at the projected image with a long pointer stick.  “His mission is to infiltrate our base of operation and sign as many of his own mass-market paperbacks as he can find.  He is armed with a fountain pen.  Do not try to stop him.  I repeat, do not engage.  You are to pretend you do not know of his intentions.  Do not approach.  His combat skills have yet to be determined.  I repeat, do not approach under any circumstances!”

Probably I was given the Fountain Pen by Q. Those pens are dangerous. And it’s filled with giant octopus repellant.