I missed an anthology deadline the other day. I had forgotten all about it, until a young writer friend reminded me of it today. Yikes! So what did I do? I wrote a story for it anyway, and sent it off three days late. If it gets rejected for being late, well, at least I tried, and maybe learned a valuable lesson. And if I get lucky, and it gets accepted, I will be thankful.
I was surprised how well the story flowed, and I didn't have too much trouble with it, even though there was the stress of getting it done quickly. Two hours later, The Well Fertilized Baby, was finished, and on it's way through the email. Whatever happens now, happens. Que Serra, Serra!