I just got the news that Anne McCaffrey passed away today. She was my writing idol as a child. When I was in the 4th grade, my Aunt Joanie handed me DragonFlight and told me to read it because I’d love it. I did and I did.
For years all I ever wanted was to be a dragonrider. I didn’t care what color dragon it was, I just wanted one. Someone who would love me unconditionally. Someone who would be there with me always and forever unto death.
When I finally realized that I was never going to be a dragonrider, I decided that I was going to be a writer. I was going to create worlds and characters that would entrance readers as much as her world and characters had entranced me.
I’m sitting her now with my throat aching and my eyes burning from unshed tears. Anne’s books gave me refuge and hope when I needed them the most. She contributed so much to fantasy and science fiction and she will be sorely missed.
RIP Anne. May flights of dragons wing you to your rest.