I admit it. I have trouble meeting deadlines. Someone has to be breathing down my neck, or standing over me with a cane, or just saying "kitten" in that special threatening voice that makes me both wet and frantically obedient.
In this case, I'm a good 2 months late. But finally, I've made my first contribution to Smart Girls Who Do It. I've known all along what I wanted to write, but suddenly today it mutated a bit and then wrote itself.
It's pretty dark. It just ended up that way. Probably just as well I didn't post it here.
So be forewarned if you take a look. And while you're there, definitely check out the other essays and the contributors' own blogs. I am humbled that they invited me to come out and play.