I confess I have been a bit under the weather, however, this is not the only reason I am a bit late in posting.
I have discovered a few things about the nature of this kind of work:
First, I believe one objective was not entirely well thought out. Writing a sonnet every day, is something that can be accomplished in less than seven days. For that reason, I believe the weekend was created (perhaps by God?) In any case, working seven days a week is a recipe for ultimate disaster. I had the notion a few weeks ago, to write ahead, so that I could take the weekend–much like a normal working fellow, regardless of the freelance nature of my chosen profession. Which, alas, must be (except for kisses) its own reward. Continue reading