Later today I am sampling Shakespeare for last time time this season. I have had the privilege of seeing quite a few productions at the RSC over the last eighteen months. Some of the were lovely, one of them less so. Tonight I will be watching ‘Much ado about nothing’ and with no Joss Whedon in sight. Hopefully I will post the verdict later If I am fully cogent.
I am watching it at the RSC, arguably the cradle of all things contemporary Shakespeare. Sat on the river Avon, it has a certain something about it. As long as you are polite to the geese, of course.
Makes sense to me, to start the month of NaBloPoMO here. The birthplace of a Great British wordsmith does the job by way of inspiration. I have my black biro and moleskine notebook ready to craft. As nice as it is being sat typing. Having a notebook and pen is something unique. You can see the words exit on the page and watch a whole world being created. Sadly my writing does resemble a spider having crawled through ink; so typeface is fine as an end product. I have quite a few ideas to draft out. You’d be surprised as to what crosses your mind when you think about it.