I sympathize with and respect anyone trying to break into this business. But there’s a certain creature I could do without. He’s a guy (usually in my case a writer) who wants to get into the business and starts his spiel with how big a fan he is of my work. It’s always generic praise and I quickly get the sense that he’s only talking to me because the line for Neil Gaiman is too long. He asks the usual questions but pays no attention to the answers because he’s too busy scanning the room to see if Neil Gaiman is walking by. Then he hurriedly leaves a sample script after I’ve told him I won’t read it and darts off to follow a guy wearing a leather jacket and wrap-around sunglasses inside a convention center in August.