So much for discipline. . .
I managed a poem a week for four weeks. All poems that I am pleased with, I might add. See here and here for two examples posted previously.
Four weeks but I missed my self imposed deadline last Friday. The well was dry. . .
Sarah opined that it was a bad idea to begin with, this time-clock creativity. She agrees that discipline is a practice worthy of pursuit but maintains that art will not be rushed. She is right, of course. Those beautiful ladies we call The Muses will not be bent to my schedule.
Calliope, Erato, Euterpe, Polyhymnia, Thalia. . . I ask you creatures of grace to share my company.
I await your presence.