Because I’m an enormous nerd (like this is news?), and it amuses me to take a ‘holy sonnet’ and twist it for my own rude purposes. ‘She Whom I Love’ just fits, at least for the moment.
“But why should I begg more Love, when as thou
Dost wooe my soule for hers; offring all thine”
— James Donne, Holy Sonnet #17
(‘Rite of Summer’ was the boring old ‘The Country House’ for more than a year, mind you, so who can tell what it’ll end up becoming? )
And I technically have 2.697 words down out of a projected 98k or so, but a good half of that is outline notes. But it’s a start!