The excluded elite.
There is an intensely frustrating aspect to running a contest. Nobody told me about this.
See, now that I'm reading entries on toy horrors, I'm inspired to write one - but I can't allow myself to! I've just realised that I'm one of a very select group, one of around ten people on the entire planet who aren't allowed to enter this competition. So I have to keep quiet.
What if someone sends in a story based on the same idea? What if I mention my ideas here and someone thinks 'Damn, I was going to do that'? I have to keep my mouth closed, and have installed a handy zip for the purpose. (Before anyone says 'Damn, I was going to do that', it's already been done by Clive Barker in 'Cabal', later made into the movie 'Nightbreed'. Button-head had a zipper mouth. So I haven't cheated you, and if you can use a zipper-mouth doll, go ahead anyway).
So I have turned to other things for now. For instance, a new psycho killer in space story called 'Claiming Number Eight', some more tales of the Blackthorn family, a revamp of a few oldies for Anthology Builder, and of course the search continues for an agent for the novel side of things. I'm keeping busy but thoughts still stray back to...no, must close the zip.