all the words are gone

I want to write about Diana Wynne Jones. I want to write about castles in the air and castles that move and raising the land and dragons and girls who are awkward and boys who need eight cups of coffee before they're awake enough to be able to function and adults who aren't completely useless and more dragons and dwarfs and griffins and wizards and woods that aren't quite right and--

But all the words are gone. There won't be any more books. I'm going to quote Neil Gaiman, from here: There was only one Diana Wynne Jones, and the world was a finer one for having her in it. We miss you, Diana, we miss you so much. I know you and Astrid are having the best tea party ever right about now, but oh, I miss the stories we never got from you.