Dru, Steinbeck and the Book of Deer

Dear Juliet I was just considering things in the run-up to the Monsterpalooza Q&A. And really, it's so simple. I explained things in One Man in All the World , there's no need to burn your big toe off , ( please don't! ) and it's all just waiting for you. Timshel is absolute, of course; but Dear Miss Landau is forever . Immortal, eternal and immutable. I've also slowly realised it's even accidentally been updated, though what you do about that is of course up to you. As for me, I'm going to have my morning mocha and watch The Big Bang Theory . Here's that fun clip from the time Penny went to the Van Nuys comic-con! Yeah, I think Somebody Up There really does like you , and He keeps trying to help... I'll probably book for Seattle shortly, sorry I can't come to L.A... Okay, try and have a good day. Love, James

Dear Juliet Probably the best thing in the circumstances. Glad you got through Friday okay, just tomorrow and another day to go. I don't really expect you to provide a live video link 9.00 pm my time tomorrow, and I will be finishing off a shift, but I'll keep an eye on my phone at about nine anyway. There's a couple of things about Son of Monsterpalooza on YouTube (merchandise stands, mainly), but little on Facebook. Anyway, just take it day by day. And remember to pack that extra hand! Love, James 🌹🤗🤗

Dear Juliet Thought you might need a hug. 🤗🌹 Love, James P.S. Photo from Albrighton

Dear Juliet Well, it ain't necessarily High Noon , but I'll not forsake you, oh my darling. Timshel, up to you. On shift, worrying about you like I always do. All those lonely miles through the American West. All for you. I think the story should be told, that's all I'll say. Have a good day. Love, James

Dear Juliet I am worried about you, so I'll keep it simple and sweet. No sweat and pain for your soul's wine. No rejection of your plaintive heart... You are not captive to Baudelaire's Vampire . Neither was Dru, she broke away at the beach. Remember: Dru, old girl, she thought , how else are you going to try and get yourself killed today? Find a nutty Christian cult, tell them you’re the essence of evil, hand them all stakes and suggest they have a poke? She had laughed until she hiccupped, but that sweet little voice had strengthened. The young girl’s high voice merged with the older, deeper cadence of the demon, and in a husky contralto, they had whispered to her that they were one. I am Drusilla, she thought, human and vampire, little girl and wizened whore, young novice and old killer. I am myself again . The sun had set and Dru had dived into the sea, letting the salt water help her vampire physiology heal her wounds. Then, after an hour or two underwater, sh...

Dear Juliet I think these may be your steps to climb. Divert any difficult questions, give the fans a yellow brick road to follow, open up a possibility they didn't even know existed. Up to you, though. Timshel. But I lit another candle, both for you and for Seattle. Your beauty lasts and the devil does not hold your strings. I defy him. Follow the Yellow Brick Road to the Carmelite monastery, your steps of Mount Seleya. Stand in cloistered silence. Imperfect, immortal, invulnerable. My dear Miss Landau. Now and forever. I will stay with you. You can rest. Love, James