This week has been filled with design work, spreadsheets, author interviews, and posting ads. Continuing my literary reign of terror, this week I present "What's the Intern Been Up To?" in the style of Shakespearean sonnet (heavily, and I do mean HEAVILY, borrowed from Shakespeare's sonnet 5). Enjoy!!
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely spreadsheet where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
'Tis unfair with all mine work done on Excel;
For never-resting work leads Shannon on
To hideous interviews, and confounds her there;
Questions checked with misspellings, and fanciful fonts quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not design's distillation left,
A inked prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But design distilled, though they with authors meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
Later, blog readers!
Author: Shannon the Intern