Today, more than anything else, was the day that my next book of poetry found its voice, the day that it became more than just a collection of files on my hard drive. Today, due to some deep digging and reformatting and ruthless editing on my part, it became a book. With not inconsiderable difficulty, I was able to secure the services of my publisher for a few hours, to layout the section I worked on all day, so I could see what it was going to look like on the page. To say I was encouraged would be an understatement.
And now, a sonnet or two from The Bard, then sleep. Good night.
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