This exercise in prolificity, although daunting at first, proved to be as productive as I had hoped. And once I found my writing-momentum, I learned to enjoy the daily rush and had quite a bit of fun pushing myself. This is my kind of workout.
Even still, I am starting to feel a bit nervous about committing myself again to a month of daily poetry-writing. I've never had a strong work-ethic when it comes to my creative writing pursuits, so attempting to enforce some discipline here has always been a struggle against my own procrastination in the face of blank-page-fright.
But all of this makes me all the more certain that I must make this commitment again. And I will.