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!
Cloten enters the cave! I’m kidding with that exclamation point. I could care less about Cloten the clown. I’ve never seen him do or say anything funny and he’s always in everybody’s business. Still, he’s more approachable than Pennywise.
Britain. The garden of Cymbeline’s palace.
I love it already!! In fact, I first read that setting as “Cymbeline’s place” and thought, “That’s cool. Sounds chill.” Then I noticed my mistake and got down and ready to party at the palace!
I read a book a couple weeks ago. I know, right? How stoked am I to be reading books?! This book had a title and the title was … hold on, I want to get this right.
If you haven’t yet done so, I encourage you to sign up for my monthly newsletter. In it, I often send links to free book giveaways and tend to also discuss updates on my writing, even more so than I do here on this bloggy. This month, and probably forevermore, if you sign up through BookFunnel, you will receive a brand new, spooky Lost Identity tale entitled:
GHOST WALLS.
What’s the worst thing that could happen to a bloggy? It gets run over by an 18-wheeler only to wake up from a coma 10 months later, in traction, every bone in its bloggy broken, and come to find out, the whole world is now made of tapioca pudding.
No, this is not a review of Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. But that would be abominable, wouldn’t it?
When we last left the Coriolanus formerly known as Marcius, he’d just been banished from Rome.
“All are banish-ed!” decreed the Verona priest. Just kidding.
Here, at the start of Act IV, Coriolanus is still taking his sweet time getting outta Dodge.
We open to a mob of “mutinous citizens.”
Best. Beginning. Ever!
The First Citizen (that’s his given name in the play) delivers the plays first line, “Before we proceed any further…” which I kinda love. Because like… hello, where were you before? What did I miss? Why is everyone so angry? I’ll shut up and find out.
The man holding the red basket is two numbers ahead of me. Attractive though he is, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Namely, the dinner party I’ve been putting off all week.
You can buy the Kindle version of I Am Marcus Fox today and tomorrow for 99 cents. That’s like, less than a cup of coffee for Sally Struthers. How much does a cup of coffee cost? Like $76, right?
