I just thought I'd bring you up to speed with my writing life. The big issue these days for me is writing for free. You know, wring out of me all my juicy goodness--put my plays on the Globe's stage--and for what? A mere tuppence. It's enough to drive a bard underground. But hey! It's exposure, and you know how I love to expose myself.
But lately, I've been really worrying this new idea--well, it's an old idea. of course. But who's counting? It involves this really petulant prince. He has big issues. Ghost issues. An Oedipal complex. You know. the basics. Anyway, I'm just having so much trouble getting to the middle of this thing. I'm stuck right at the beginning, trying to move him forward in action, push him up on that Freytag triangle, pyramid, up angle kind of thing. So not happening! I think I'll bring it to my writing group and see what they say. Let me know if you'd like to do a read. I would really appreciate it.
But let me tell you--I have the ending. Everyone dead! It's a knockout, and I'm not being figurative. What's the theory? It's a comedy if there's amarriage, a tragedy if there's a funeral. Talk about fun-er-al!
So what else? Worrying about fleas. Some shout outs about plague. small pox scares. And I thought I'd write my will. I've got to make certain about my second best bed.
That's the writing life in a nutshell. I hope that you'll follow my daily thoughts on bardbook.com or follow me @shakespeare'sjots on Twitterpated.com. I'll be reading by the Thames on Saturday. Bring a friend!
Your pal Will.
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