So, this week my head may explode. I just finished reading and choosing the poems for the next issue of Autumn Sky Poetry, I’m participating in NaPoWriMo and have just written the 13th sonnet of the month (and yes, I know it says “Cloud study number fifteen,” but I wrote two last month and I don’t want to mess up my scheme), and I’m trying to write a novel. Oddly, writing the sonnets helped my prose writing, which I didn’t expect, but I don’t know how many more sonnets I will be able to write. Last night I dreamed in iambic pentameter, which was weird. I’m not certain it’s altogether good for my mental health. Then again, I’ve never been particularly normal, so whatever.
go, you!”Thunder sounds inside the grime” is brilliant.Just about halfway there — no way you can slow down now!
Thanks Nic. I have nothing, so far, for today. Ah well. 🙂