Archives For Neil Gaiman

True Love Hurts

Ian Paul Marshall —  January 12, 2011 — 4 Comments

Forgiveness and the Art of Finding Your Soulmate

true love hurts

True Love Hurts

True love isn’t all fluffy clouds and puppy dogs. Love hurts. It’s a fact. One that we like to forget. But it’s there. Hiding. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Bestselling author Neil Gaiman had this to say about true love, “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Love is for the brave. Love is for the strong. Love if for people who are ready to share the best themselves. To explore dark corners of their own existence. And to be pushed to places that we never knew existed.

But what can you do if you’ve been burned by love?

Is there something out there to help you when love hurts?

I think the only cure for this type of pain is forgiveness. Continue Reading…

Brainstorming IdeasHow To Turn On, Tune In and Turn Up Your Inspiration and Brainstorm Like a Pro and Produce Ideas That Will Transform Your Life, Make You Boatloads of Money and Maybe Even Change The World

“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.”
~ Anonymous

Picture this…

You’re an internationally loved, best selling fiction author. You’ve sold millions of copies of your books. Some of them have even been made into movies.

Imagine you’re standing in the front of a room crammed with your loyal and adoring fans.

Correction. Hardcore fans would be a better description. These people love you so much that they’re willing to get tattoos of you on their bodies kind of fans.

It’s the Q+A part of the evening. One of your favourite parts of these nights.

A bright eyed, nervous, pimply faced teenage girl, makes her way to the mic. She musters up the courage to ask you a question. Something that has been gnawing at her soul ever since she finished your first book. You see, she’s a writer too and she wants to know, “Where do you get your ideas from?”

And a little bit of you hates her. Not because of the question. And not because of the pimples. Or the nervousness. No, you find all of that a little endearing. Cute even.

No, you hate her because you know that your answer is going to disappoint her. Break her heart a little even.

But you smile, take a deep breath and answer,”Where do I get my ideas from? I make them up. Out of my head.”

And a little piece of you dies as you watch that tender smile of hers disappear.

But there’s nothing you can really do for her. She wanted to know. She can’t be mad at you. All you did was tell her the truth. Continue Reading…