Thanks for the link to the tributes, Bouncy.
Neil Gaiman posted on twitter that he wasn't able to give any interviews as he needed time to himself.
I've already said that with Terry's death I feel like a part of me is missing, but I never elaborated on why. Now that I've had a few days to begin to come to terms with the news I can, although my experiences and thoughts are (I should imagine) pretty universal to others as well.
He made me laugh and he made me think. I was perfectly happy to be led by his hand when reading the stories, believing every unlikely twist and turn and rejoicing at the news when a new book was on the horizon.
He saw me through the awful side effects of chemotherapy, when all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wish the days to be over with, he saw me during my recovery of my heart operation and through my recovery when I nearly bled to death having a huge fibroid removed.
And through all the good and bad times, because of Terry's writing, I have used his humour as a shield to wrap around me and battle through all the bad times I have encountered.
To describe him as a 'writer' doesn't do him justice. He is so much more.