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.
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.
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?
Even though I had a front row seat to the smoke, I was probably affected no more or no less than every other American, ally, and free-loving citizen. My eyes well up just as yours do. We are all in this ghastly, heart wrenching memory together.
For a comedy, it sure starts out inside a barrel of overly zealous monkeys!
This soggy dude named Aegon comes waltzing up to Duke Solinus and tells a harrowing story of how his ship was wrecked and his sons were killed in the disaster. At first it sounded like his wife had just given birth to twin boys and then a few hours later, some other woman gave birth to two boys as well. So I thought we were in for a romping good time with a mistaken identity show.
What’s the point in reading if you aren’t enjoying it? And how can you enjoy a story if you aren’t understanding it? This isn’t a trick question. Fictions — well-written fictions, anyway — are created with the intention of pleasing the reader with an interesting tale. If you are struggling to grasp what is being conveyed on the page, then maybe you’re just not into the work. It’s OK, you can move on.
I’ve got a couple hours to myself today and I am spending them by eating lunch and going to see the new Quentin Tarantino film, Once Upon A Time… In Hollywood. The moon and the stars have aligned and I am able to see my first movie out in ages and ages. I’ll even do you one better than that! The last time I saw a movie on opening day weekend was… well, maybe it’s never happened before. Not in my recent adult life anyway. And by recent I mean the last decade or so.
I’m not blogging this week. Why? Because I’m on a bloggy break. This one doesn’t count. There’s nothing to see here. Just a placeholder for the week of July eh, what’s today’s date? 24th? I don’t think it’s the 24th yet.
Are you a writer? It’s ok if you haven’t admitted to yourself that you are yet. And it’s perfectly fine and normal if you haven’t yet admitted it to anyone else! In fact, I’d be surprised to hear if you do go about proclaiming your self-prescribed title to everyone you meet.
Dear fiction writers (especially those who are struggling to complete a first draft — I’m looking at you, world builders),
I’d like to talk about one of the biggest impediments to my progress toward finishing the first draft of my sci-fi novel. I will do so in screenplay form, because the distance dulls the pain.
Please enjoy Backstory: The Movie!
Until today, I never once wondered what the E stood for in Alfred E. Neuman. Upon learning the news that, after 67 years, Mad Magazine is cutting its production to “year-end specials” for an undetermined time, I cranked up the creaky Google machine to learn (quite to my satisfaction) that the eponymous E, believe it or not, stands for “enigma.”
If my calculations are correct, it’s just about 7:30 p.m. EST on this current year’s 4th of America. That means it’s still light outside because, you know, farmers require their ever-lovin’ sunshine to sow their night crops of barley, hay, and thyme. Or something. I forget how most things, including Daylight Savings Time and a well-balanced mentality, work.
As long as most of Act III’s scenes may have been, the first two of Act IV are just as short.
Um, I’m not sure that observation is a) worded well, b) accurate, or c ) at all interesting to the story.
Give me a break, will ya? Shakespeare ain’t easy.
The first word in this play is “Nay.” A guy named Philo comes out and says “Nay, but this dotage of our general’s o’erflows the measure.” He goes on to say more but I just had to stop and appreciate that some guy I don’t know from Adam is immediately in my face and disagreeing with me. Hey Philo, did I tell you your general’s dotage was overflowing with measure? Nay! I did not, sir! So take it back a step, will you? All right then, let’s read the play!
I’m busy contemplating many things, including but not limited to marketing Marcus, finding time to draft new projects, figuring out how to present/possibly package said projects, reading and blogging Shakespeare, anticipating Frozen 2 with frosty breath (OMG it’s gonna be so good!)…