I'm too tired to do any writing tonight. However, I was up editing a piece of short-fiction until after midnight last last night and subbed it. It's a seasonal piece and I probably shouldn't have let it slide until this late, but it's too late to cry over it now. If it doesn't fly this year, maybe it will next.
It's now time to tackle the short sci-fi piece. This is the one I was nearly finished with editing last month when my husband turned on the microwave and blew the breaker. I just didn't have it in me to edit it all again.