Hello Bloggy!
I’ve missed you so much! I’ve been so busy what with this crazy 2020 we’re all having, the three kids at my feet, and the release of my new series, Mermaids and Merliens!
Hello World,
How are you? I hear you’re having some difficulties as of late. As much as I would love to be of service, I’m just as sequestered as you. Perhaps more than some, perhaps less than others.
It’s been a confusing time, as of late. We’re facing an unprecedented moment in history and though I’m certainly no authority, I feel like I am somewhat of an expert on the matter at hand.
The chorus is back! I would be remiss if I did not mention the literary fact that a “prologue,” as it were, is a scene that should come before the story’s beginning. Mr. Chorus, as well-intended as you may be, I’m not quite sure you have a grasp on what you actually are. Just some knowledge to chew on, sir. Now go ahead and show me what you’ve got.
Sung by the chorus, the prologue goes a little something like this:
Guy comes out and tells us that what we are about to see is a great play about the greatest Henry who ever Henreyed. There will be energetic battles covering sweeping countrysides. But keep your expectations in check, son. This is still just a small stage in a theater. So we can’t actually reproduce all of England.
You think?
How’s that title for your SEO?
It will do no good whatsoever. SEO (pronounced sea-oh!) is supposed to have buzz feed words like “buzz” and “feed.”
Yorkshire. Gaultree. Forest. Circus. Because why not?
Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Lord Hastings, and other head honchos of the rebel army.
So where were we?
Henry was king, if I remember correctly. Also, a bunch of other stuff happened.
My favorite thing to do on this planet is… hold that thought. Maybe I should think about this. No, this song is true. Bring the verse, chorus, verse.
We’re getting older, kids. We’re not kids anymore.
Happy New Year!
If you’re here on the east coast of these United States, this bloggy is posting smack dab at the stroke of midnight at the start of a new decade. There’s a 96 percent chance I’m sleeping through the festivities.
The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. Chewbacca just told a joke that might have been racist but no one’s really sure.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.
King Henry opens the play with a roiling speech on how the wars of the past are finished. No more will our children’s blood stain the ground, he more or less proclaims. I don’t know what wars London has recently seen, but the way he speaks, it sounds as if they were brutal and unforgiving as all hell.
Welp, it’s December! The calendar proclaims it is so and I’ve never been one to argue with time. Except for that one time when I “hour shamed” 59 minutes. Another story, another… time.
It has ended. Blood has been spilled. Promises fulfilled. Final word count: 50,632
This week, having completed my reading and written summaries/amateur analysis bloggys of The Danish Play (a name no one has ever given it), I sat down to watch Kenneth Branagh’s 1996 film, Hamlet.
A churchyard.
Two clowns enter. Will they be funny? Hard not to be when you’re digging a hole for someone’s burial.
The goose is out of its gander! Is that the phrase? I don’t think that’s the phrase.
Hamlet’s dirty deed does not remain between he and his Mum for long. Gertrude has run to King Claudius and spilled the beans: Hamlet killed Polonius in cold-blooded, madcap lunacy.
A room in the castle. Probably the solarium.
King Claudius has a secret pow wow with his wifey poo, Queen Gertrude, Ophelia, Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. He asks them what they think of Hamlet’s crazy town demeanor.
A room in Polonius’ house. Probably not the bathroom. Ahh, methinks I’ve used this lame joke before! Well, at least it won’t be the last time. Ever.
Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
What comes after the castle then? Ba dum chh?
For once, I don’t know how to start one of these things. Phew! Glad that’s over.
On the first day of Hamlet, my Willy gave to me, a prologue to a tragedy.
That doesn’t beat well. I may not do it again.
I wrote 4,000 words today.
Well, not today today. I mean, yeah it’s present day today here where I live and breathe, but when I post this bloggy, today will be two whole days ago. So my 4k extravaganza is old news.
What have you done for me lately, word count?
The fact that 25 years can pass you by in a blink is exhausting to try and wrap your head around. But looking back to a precise moment a quarter century ago with total clarity— to know exactly who you were then without a shadow of a doubt — is about as mesmerizing and humbling as a nostalgia bomb gets.
Hey, how’s it goin’?
Me? I’m entrenched in words and lovin’ it! This whole NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) thing is going pretty well.
In the classic Nintendo game, Super Mario Kart, the hands-down best race you can run is Rainbow Road.
It’s NaNoWriMo, ya’ll! And you know what that means!
Oh, you don’t know what that means? Stated simply, it’s time to get your writing on!