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EE Nalley died a few days ago.
I saw the proof that Wendy had posted on Discord. It tears my heart open and I am now sad from it. No more Bikini Beach or other stories from him... Rest in peace friend. You are loved.
Sephrena Lynn Miller
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EE Nalley wrote some of my favorite stories/series
Such talent.
So sad there will be no more
Thank you for letting us know, Sephrena
John in Wauwatosa
Rest In Peace, EE Nalley
My sincerest condolences to all of EE's loved one's. He was a person of great talent and gave freely of it. I greatly enjoyed his stories over the years and am saddened to hear of his passing.
Sincerely,
Blossom
The literary world has lost a genius
And mainstream readers may never know it. He had a way with dreaming up ideas he could turn into whole universes, from Shadowrun to D&D types, to heroic CareGivers in space, to mutated super heroes, to envoys from hell, to Star Wars, he had a way of grabbing you by the throat to make you sit reading for hours. Such a loss.
E E Nalley
Not just a person. Whole universes are gone.
Time is the longest distance to your destination.
We are diminished
There is less merit in the world to go around, now. Fortunately, he left us a store of his own in his writing.
Respectfully,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Tragic
A wonderful storyteller is gone.
hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna
Over the past several years……..
Earnest, or “E” as he always signed his e-mails, and I had been communicating regularly with each other. Earnest was sending me new work to read for my thoughts and comments, and we sort of fell into just regularly e-mailing back and forth about nothing really. If one hadn’t heard from the other in a few days, we would drop a quick line just to see how the other was doing.
I hadn’t heard from him in several months, and was actually just thinking of him over the past few weeks. My spouse and I had gotten busy with watching our first grandchild several days each week for her parents, the cost of childcare being so high we volunteered to help them out. She is a wonderful little girl, but at the age where she takes a lot of attention and entertaining, so it has eaten up a great deal of our time and energy. Getting your first grandchild in your mid-60’s takes more effort than it would have a few decades prior, lol. So, since last October I have found myself with considerably less free time. But that is no excuse for letting my friendship slide, especially now that I know that I will never be able to rekindle it. At least not in this lifetime.
Last August Earnest was discussing with me how the chemo he was on was possibly contributing to his writing. I know that his doctor had him on a pretty aggressive dosage; in his words:
“You know, I begin to wonder if Chemo is somehow forcing my muse to talk to me again. So, while I have no genetic markers for colon cancer, there is still detectable DNA of the destroyed tumors in my blood. So, from an abundance of caution, my Oncologist has me back on chemo and today was the first dose. The current plan is to blast it for 3 months, re-test, and re-evaluate.”
As a cancer survivor, we had this as another thing in common. We would discuss how our varied treatments impacted our day to day lives. I was apparently the more lucky one of us, although I cannot for the life of me understand why as Earnest had so much left to contribute.
And so, another of my friends passes beyond this pale. I am not sure what I hate the most, losing all of those I care the most about, or realizing that I may be the only one left to turn out the lights when I leave. Save me a seat at the bar my friend, we will have much to talk about when next we meet again.
D. Eden
“Hier stehe ich; ich kann nicht anders. Gott helfe mir.”
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus
Thank you, Dallas
For sharing your memories of our friend and reminding us that he was not just pixels on a screen but a person who had plans for the future, and someone who will be missed by this community and everyone else they touched.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Rest well E
A light went out. I see all those wonderful stories we have left as a glorious afterglow.
Teri Ann
"Reach for the sun."
He will be missed. He was one
He will be missed. He was one of my favorite authors.
My prayers go out to his family.
Sad
I will not claim that I had any close relationsship with EE Nalley. That doesn't make it any less sad to see another respected and loved writer disappear from this site.
This time we know what happened and can grieve properly All too often people on this site that have been very active or perhaps less active just stop posting. Messages remain unanswered. You are only left with unanswered questions. Are they alive or not? Do they have reasons we don't know to distance themselves?
However, most times it's likely that they have passed away without us knowing and remembering them propperly.
Last story
Today's post over at Whateley is E.E. Nalley's final writing: https://whateley.academy/index.php/story/skyfall
The post also includes his final farewell note.
Thanks for the notice
I don’t think I had read any of his stories for a while, but I really enjoyed the Whateley series.
We share a diffuse connection, and when one of us goes silent for a while it’s not easy to find out what has happened.
R.I.P. Ernest.
Gillian Cairns