1. The sun and I are no longer on speaking terms. (more like “I’d put the strongest laxative in its coffee, if given the chance” terms) Why? Just ask my back. And the answer (if my back had a mouth, and wouldn’t that be weird) would be “Lobster.”
2. There’s a new flash fiction contest being run by Weird Tales magazine, which a unique twist. Write a story in 500 words or less, but it has to be based on your spam email somehow. So has reading about viagra ads, weird japanese characters, rolexes and corrupt software ever sparked your writing inspiration? Here’s your chance!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to devise some way to kill the sun. Don’t talk to me about a freezing death of the world, either, because I just don’t care.
I see that smile.