Here's an odd one. Yesterday I wrote a scene in my Legends novella set in a bothy (a small hut or cottage) for walkers near Cape Wrath: Shadow met a young lady there and learned a lot about the Norwegian Huldra-women. Today a physical newspaper arrived from the UK with a story in it which I just found online, and link to here. It's sad and a bit disturbing -- particularly "she did not allow photographs of herself" I'd feel more comfortable if the writing process of this thing wasn't beset with odd coincidences, although in a way it's reassuring: while I was writing American Gods the world showered me with useful and informative coincidences. The novella coincidences are just strange...