- 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 new writing, under the correct name this time. A blog is more convenient than a sheaf of inky pages, and it’s much harder to loseor destroy….
I began my internet postlife on Twitter. I’m still there, but being Shake-Speare on that platform is a challenge. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but 140 characters made you look witless. The current limit of 280 isn’t much of an improvement.
- 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 from fai
Thus a blog, for the things that need time and space. I tweet links to the things I post here, so if you bookmark this site and follow @edevere17 on Twitter, you’ll see everything. You can also follow the blog in your Reader if you have a WordPress account, or by notifications via email if you don’t. (See the sidebar for buttons.) Twitter is the place to find me for comments, questions, or conversation.
A suggestion: even after my posts go live I continue to work on them. The web lets you edit forever – you never really finish, you eventually just stop. If you read a new post when it first goes up, you might want to check it again later, after a week or two. The changes are usually small – a better word, a shorter phrase – but occasionally there’s something added, enough improvement to warrant another look.
I hope you enjoy what I’ve written, both the old and the new.