|(photo from ivandoig.com)|
Sometimes you love an author’s work a whole lot.
And then that author dies.
And then you’re sitting at work and trying not to cry when you read the news online.
It seems so innocent–book news. But sometimes it’s a wicked-hard thing to take. It smacks you right in the face, and you’re left blinking.
So that’s what happened to me this week, when I read this brief article on EarlyWord, about the death of Ivan Doig.
I thought there’d be more time to read his books while he was still here.
I never knew him, but I miss him.