Greetings and Desires

  • To say you’re welcome were superfluous.
  • To place upon the volume of your deeds,
  • As in a title-page, your worth in arms,
  • Were more than you expect, or more than’s fit,
  • Since every worth in show commends itself.
  • Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
  • You are princes and my guests.

Pericles, Prince of Tyre, Act II, Scene 3
Welcome to my feast of mirth. Think of it as Hedingham Internet, my virtual castle. It’s where I do my writing now. A blog is more convenient than a sheaf of inky pages, and much harder to lose (or destroy).

It’s not easy to discuss being Shake-Speare on Twitter. If I wasn’t already dead it would kill me. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but 140 280 characters (still) doesn’t get the job done.

  • Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
  • Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
  • Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
  • And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
  • Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
  • And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
  • And every fair fr

And so a blog, for the things that need space and time. I tweet links to anything I post, so if you bookmark this site and follow @edevere17 on Twitter, you’ll see everything. Twitter is also the place to find me for comments or questions.

A suggestion: even after my posts go live I continue to tweak them. The web lets you edit forever – I never finish, I eventually just stop. If you read a new post when it first goes up, you might want to check it again a week or two later. The changes are often minor, but occasionally there’s enough of an improvement to warrant another look.

I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Again.