
These days my writing time is mostly taken up with writing for the Summer Shakespeare blog. Yesterday's entry ("Superlative Obscurity") was an enjoyable exercise in research and writing. As a blog entry it is probably a little long (I'm still getting the hang of length), but I just couldn't seem to stop once I got going. How bad is that for a would-be author? Sometimes my love for history and my enjoyment of writing come together nicely. My research led me to an old book in our attic--two volumes with no date and very little publication information--that is a complete works of Shakespeare. The information in it was so quaintly written and copious that I found myself virtually tied to the tome for hours. You can read that one and any others I've posted by clicking here.