Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name.
And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he hid me. (KJV Isaiah 49:1-2)
Overall, of my three completed collections, frankly I am surprised Variations was the first to be chosen for publication. The middle section of the text takes large liberties with the sonnet form, fragmenting both the intro-octave and the closing-sestet in extreme, modern fashions. (Plus the theme of unrequited love in general can be overwhelming at times for modern readers.)
Regardless, I am happy, very proud to have my work appearing in book form—and now begins the process of tight proof-reading, finding a cover image, and pushing the self promotion buttons. Feeling overwhelmed, yet, in a good way. It all falls down to a sense of fulfillment, acknowledgment and confirmation of goals.