A couple of weeks ago, Café Doom Ed was panicking that he’d received only ten entries for this year’s writing competition. He needn’t have worried. There are now 39 stories sitting there waiting to be read and voted on in the next ten days. And there’s the rub: all of the entrants are required to vote. And that includes me.

So if you don’t hear from me in a while, it’s because I’m knee-deep in horror. Think of me at this difficult time.