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Happy 400th First Folio anniversary, everyone! Without John Heminges, Henry Condell, and the work they put into preparing their colleague's works for publication, we wouldn't have about half of Shakespeare's plays, including a bunch of the famous ones: Julius Caesar, As You Like It, Twelfth Night, Macbeth, Antony and Cleopatra, and The Tempest, among others.
I wrote a bit more fic about Shakespeare and his fellow-actors by way of celebration: Succession (1595, a private performance of the deposition scene in Richard II, written for Banned Books Week) and Stripped (1609; Heminges and Condell, King Lear, grief, and possible encounters with Dionysus; WIP but it'll definitely be finished before long).
It's all been so interesting. I still don't know if the Burbage story I started off with is fanfic or an actual novel in the perfectly respectable genre of historical fiction, so I've been holding off on posting it. (I mean, I think it's fanfic, because it hasn't got much of a plot, and the narrative voice is that of a chatty ghost with no respect for the fourth wall because it didn't exist in his day, and I don't give a crap what anyone wore or what their houses looked like; but I keep fiddling with it because I want to get at least the big stuff right, and I keep learning all these fascinating things that I feel like I ought to have known, but didn't.) Anyway, it feels really good to be doing something creative again, even though there are several dozen other things that I probably should be doing instead!
I wrote a bit more fic about Shakespeare and his fellow-actors by way of celebration: Succession (1595, a private performance of the deposition scene in Richard II, written for Banned Books Week) and Stripped (1609; Heminges and Condell, King Lear, grief, and possible encounters with Dionysus; WIP but it'll definitely be finished before long).
It's all been so interesting. I still don't know if the Burbage story I started off with is fanfic or an actual novel in the perfectly respectable genre of historical fiction, so I've been holding off on posting it. (I mean, I think it's fanfic, because it hasn't got much of a plot, and the narrative voice is that of a chatty ghost with no respect for the fourth wall because it didn't exist in his day, and I don't give a crap what anyone wore or what their houses looked like; but I keep fiddling with it because I want to get at least the big stuff right, and I keep learning all these fascinating things that I feel like I ought to have known, but didn't.) Anyway, it feels really good to be doing something creative again, even though there are several dozen other things that I probably should be doing instead!