I am so excited. I can’t even tell you. Also, there’s an old-school publishing term–F&Gs. It’s short for “folded and gathered.” I was reminded of that when I gathered these pages out of the printer and folded them.
If It Were Less Blurry, It Wouldn’t Be Mysterious
Tiny Cat Pants 
Please send a copy of this to Stephen King. I think he’d get a huge kick out of it.
I think you’ll really like how it turned out. I’m not sure I have the huevos to send it to King. But maybe I should work some up.
Remember when Stephen King got hit by a car or whatever? I used to see him, in the following months, in the audience at music shows. On crutches. Wearing t-shirts from obscure bands, but not they’re-obscure-to-everyone-except-us-hipsters-who-actually-make-up-a-fairly-sizeable-audience bands; really obscure bands. For some reason, that makes me think that he’s the sort of guy who would appreciate your sending the story to him. Like, his basic personality isn’t above it all, and he tries to maintain that. So I say go for it.
Yes ma’am. Do it. He’s always been a good sport — witness the Amazon ebook mixup with the Canadian author of the originally named “Joyland” earlier this year — and combining the superior quality of your work with three of his favorite things (Lovecraft, old houses and the sins of the fathers) will almost certainly give him a grin. The thought of him coming all the way to Lock Three to get his boughten-by-‘Salem’s-Lot weed is the proverbial cherry on the sundae you’ve created.
Please do it. It’s a magnificent work and needs to be shared with LOTS of eager readers.
(Yes, I’ve 53% forgiven him for the Dylan Farrow Twitter fiasco. He apologized for spouting off, so … well …)