& nigh I have a Strange Compulsion . . . . .
I'm gonna write my own version of "The Lurking Fear." No, for real, y'all. I know, I know -- it's such a fanboy idea. Don't care. My story will be called
"What Lurking Fear"
W. H. Pugmire, Esq.
It's gonna have four 2,000 word chapters, and I am going to use the same titles for my chapters that Grandpa used in his tale. The story will be set in Dunwich and concern one Yannick Martense who lives in a queer mansion atop a high domed hill in Dunwich. He is visited by the sinister New England artist, Enoch Coffin. The story will be for the book I am writing with Jeffrey Thomas, a collection of connected tales concerning Enoch Coffin and his intimate relationship with nameless arcane weirdness. I am totally obsess'd with this idea and even though it sounds comical -- I shall be as utterly serious in my writing of ye tale as Lovecraft was in writing "The Lurking Fear" . . .
(stop your chortling.....)