You might want to consider that the night Byron slept in pitch darkness below the Hexentanzplatz he danced on it, was welcomed into a coven and became a witch himself. Hence why he now lives in the woods in rural Pennsylvania. So beware!
PS For a nemesis idea: you could start having people send him weird items from around the world. A small twig posted from France, a mint from Budapest, or a sock from, say, Canada. Of course, if he reads your missives, and comments, that idea is now moot. Ooops.
PSS I also saw a UAP once, as a teenager, and would love to hear your experience, as would others I expect.
My daughters are particularly witchy. Byron descends from pious, fearful, distrusting puritans. He would not dance with witches, because he would have to sit down and think about whether he ought do it or not, first, and his deliberations would last until the sun rose the following day. I need to explain, somehow, how he wound up being stranded there in the first place. I have so much to tell!
Also, I have the impression Byron is not always reading my missives. They might make him feel nervous dread, but I'm too kind to ask him, and too kind (to myself) to mind either way. Zoya reads them; she rang me after this one above was published and suggested I find a way to make Being a Nemesis a fully-paid job - having observed my antics closely, over the past two decades or so. Her mind was swirling with ideas. I think it's difficult, however, to find people who deserve a nemesis so well as Byron; he was a lucky find. He's lucky to have me. I'm also lucky that he deserves me so much.
My UAP was simply a metallic orb, flying past my classroom while I was staring out the window as a kid. I didn't know what it was, until I saw the 'mosul orb' video, which was released by the Pentagon. I thought it was a cannonball, unlikely as it sounds, because I was kid at the time, and somehow I never revisited the question of 'what it was' until very recently. I want to hear about the UAP you saw!
Sorry to hear that your shoulder is still hurting. I'm happy for all of us, though, that you worked through your pain to bring us another outstanding newsletter.
I'm all for your posting chapters of your new book on Substack! Lucky us!
You might want to consider that the night Byron slept in pitch darkness below the Hexentanzplatz he danced on it, was welcomed into a coven and became a witch himself. Hence why he now lives in the woods in rural Pennsylvania. So beware!
PS For a nemesis idea: you could start having people send him weird items from around the world. A small twig posted from France, a mint from Budapest, or a sock from, say, Canada. Of course, if he reads your missives, and comments, that idea is now moot. Ooops.
PSS I also saw a UAP once, as a teenager, and would love to hear your experience, as would others I expect.
My daughters are particularly witchy. Byron descends from pious, fearful, distrusting puritans. He would not dance with witches, because he would have to sit down and think about whether he ought do it or not, first, and his deliberations would last until the sun rose the following day. I need to explain, somehow, how he wound up being stranded there in the first place. I have so much to tell!
Also, I have the impression Byron is not always reading my missives. They might make him feel nervous dread, but I'm too kind to ask him, and too kind (to myself) to mind either way. Zoya reads them; she rang me after this one above was published and suggested I find a way to make Being a Nemesis a fully-paid job - having observed my antics closely, over the past two decades or so. Her mind was swirling with ideas. I think it's difficult, however, to find people who deserve a nemesis so well as Byron; he was a lucky find. He's lucky to have me. I'm also lucky that he deserves me so much.
My UAP was simply a metallic orb, flying past my classroom while I was staring out the window as a kid. I didn't know what it was, until I saw the 'mosul orb' video, which was released by the Pentagon. I thought it was a cannonball, unlikely as it sounds, because I was kid at the time, and somehow I never revisited the question of 'what it was' until very recently. I want to hear about the UAP you saw!
Sorry to hear that your shoulder is still hurting. I'm happy for all of us, though, that you worked through your pain to bring us another outstanding newsletter.
I'm all for your posting chapters of your new book on Substack! Lucky us!
Thanks for being here, Kris!