I’ve been working on an irreverent Lovecraftian-inspired (actually, it’s more of a Lovecraft-Derlethian-inspired) novella for the past too-many months. I’ve finally reached that final, and all important last big chunk where everything for my main character goes from bad to worse to outright horrible. Well, the writing as you may have already guessed has gone rather slow of late, and so I’ve distracted myself from the word part of creation by conjuring a few chapter header icons for the manuscript. These are those “doodles” along-with the Rococo-styled chapter titles :
PART, THE FIRST
What Horrors Born November Storms
The not-so-funny joke / The prodigal son returns to rue the day / A severe bout of mental masturbation / Poisoned!
PART, THE SECOND
Who Says Dreams Can’t Come True
Everything seems better after a good night’s sleep / Blind rage is called “blind” with good reason / Saved by a bell-ringer set to vibrate / Bus Girl
PART, THE THIRD
Where Daylight Breeds Its Own Particular Brand of Horror
Running the Willet gauntlet / Bumps in the road / Come on, really? / Alternative History
PART, THE FOURTH
When Reality Really Sucks
Restroom etiquette / Leave that thing alone! / Making a deal with a devil / Peter picked what?
PART, THE FIFTH
Why Sometimes You’ve Got To Go With the Flow
Extra credit points / Shhh! / Et tu, Mom? / Womb of his wet dreams