Arthur C. Clarke has died, and I don't have the words to express how sorry I am at the news. When I was about eleven or twelve, I stole my uncle's copy of Asimov's Hugo Anthology. One of the stories I found there that touched me was Clarke's "The Star." Even now, nearly 30 years later, I still tear up when I read it. Someday I hope to be able to affect others with my writing the way that story affected me.

RIP