I have submitted an essay. (The grey hair one.) I would say, yay me, except that I'm mostly kind of disgusted with myself for procrastinating it so long. It's been done for a week, and almost done for a few months (as in, fifteen minutes of edits needed). I must have thirty more short pieces (fiction and non) in the partially-done queue. I have GOT to start actually cranking some of those out. It is way too easy to get distracted by wondering whether I really need a thin rug in the front hall to catch the winter grit, and then heading off to research said rug on the internet for hours. For example.