Wonder of wonders: I got cast!
It’s been interesting to watch the ebbs and flows of my show-collecting pace over the years of The Project. When I first started, I was able to add new shows pretty quickly, because almost every available production would be for a show I hadn’t collected yet. Then, after I got the more popular entries under my belt, the pace slowed down. But I was still able–for the most part–to get at least one new show checked off in any given year.
At least for a while. Ever since I took that October 2012 pilgrimage to see the American Shakespeare Center, my tally has stayed steady at 27.
…and start all over again!
But not tonight. Tonight I’ve already restarted the “everyday blog” with a bit of a meditation on the stage managing adventure I’ve recently closed out. And since that was Sondheim, not Shakespeare, there’s not a whole lot more I should say about that over here.
(Happy New Year! ‘Tis the usual busyness at work and in life, but I’m slowly getting myself in gear again for blogging.)
I’m trying to decide whether I should be more straightforward in how I title my book review posts — which is what tonight’s post is. It would certainly be clearer if I put the author and title under review in the post title. Clearer but also rather more boring. For tonight, I am eschewing clarity for (supposed) cleverness, but I will continue to weigh this choice in the future.
Tonight’s review subject: the graphic novel adaptation of King Lear by Gareth Hinds.
I have to admit, I’m grateful NaBloPoMo ended when it did, because I have a choir concert this weekend and have been in rehearsals every damn night. Which is fun and rewarding and worth it and all, but is not the kind of schedule that lends itself to blogging.
And yet, the Will4Will habit is one that I don’t entirely wish to break. So, below the jump, a few performances of the opening lines of Twelfth Night.
It’s November 30th, which means only one more post to complete my NaBloPoMo pledge. Unfortunately, I’m not feeling particularly inspired. Instead, having finished reading King Lear and commenced watching the Eamonn Walker/Zoe Tapper Othello today, I am feeling bit on the verge of gutted.
And things haven’t even gone bad yet in Othello….