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 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 lose (or destroy).

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

  • 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

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 within WordPress, or by notifications via email. (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 me edit forever – I never really 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 usually small, but occasionally there’s enough of an improvement to warrant another look.

I hope you enjoy my writing, both the old and the new.