Interesting things I’ve learned doing this: writing poems each day is both like and unlike working on prose each day.  I would probably need, after however many days in a row I’ve been doing this, to let my brain grow back a little.  But I’d probably have an idea of where I was going to go next with said story.  Poems are a new piece every day, and so more difficult.

Anyway, as I let my brain grow back, have some Shakespeare.  My favorite bit of Much Ado; I love Beatrice and her anger.

This is part of the Every Single Day Challenge, to raise money for the ACLU. You can donate any time; if you can’t donate, please feel free to signal boost.

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