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!
How To Murder Coronavirus — Social Distancing Like A Boss
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.
The Next Right Thing with Covid-19
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 Life Of King Henry The Fifth — Acts IV, V, Reveal
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.
The Life Of King Henry The Fifth — Acts I, II, III
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?
A One Year Bloggy-versary
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.”
The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth — Acts IV, V, Reveal
Yorkshire. Gaultree. Forest. Circus. Because why not?
Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Lord Hastings, and other head honchos of the rebel army.
The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth — Acts I, II, III
So where were we?
Henry was king, if I remember correctly. Also, a bunch of other stuff happened.
Kissing My Kids
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.
Witty Shirts
We’re getting older, kids. We’re not kids anymore.
I Mean
I’m not sure what you mean?
That was what he said.
Writing In 2020 — All The Way To The Nuthouse
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 First Part Of King Henry The Fourth — Acts IV, V, Reveal
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.
The First Part Of King Henry the Fourth — Acts I, II, III
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.
Found In The Woods — A Film Review of Frozen II
Re-enter the snow queen.
The Stain
The stain started as a stain. I know that now.
NaNoWriMo For The Win — How I Wrote An Obscene Amount Of Words In November
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.
Ron Dean's NaNoWriMo Adventure — Blood and Promises
It has ended. Blood has been spilled. Promises fulfilled. Final word count: 50,632
Goodnight, Sweet Prince — A Hamlet Reveal, Starring Kenneth Branagh
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.
The Tragedy Of Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark — Act V
A churchyard.
Two clowns enter. Will they be funny? Hard not to be when you’re digging a hole for someone’s burial.