Last Friday I drove north to a college in the mountains to talk about monsters in literature and film. On the way home after dark I nearly (but not quite!) veered off a lonely road in the snow. At the time, I thought it was good luck, but now I wonder if I missed my chance to meet a yeti — it’s the perfect start to a story, isn’t it, urban academic lectures about monsters as fiction only to meet one face to face?

I shall have to drive less carefully in the future.

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