Monday, December 17, 2012

Words Words Words

There are two reasons I haven't blogged for you lately.

One is due to a lack of ingredients. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of photographed recipes available to share with you! They're just food, however, and I promised you beverages in December to warm your bodies and souls. My favorite of these all involves an ingredient that I am experiencing trouble finding: red hots. This candy is more elusive than you know.

The second is because the writing times I'd normally devote to writing for you, I've been using to edit, rewrite, and otherwise beautify a few stories I've written, so that I may enter them into a writing contest. I'm nervous, because I've never done this before, but I'm excited, because I'm so proud of these stories.

But I apologize. Though I am not Hamlet! I have not forgotten myself.

"I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
That youth and observation copied there"
Hamlet, Act 1, Sc. 5

Seriously, though. Read Hamlet.

Read Hamlet by the fire's light, and turn it into a ghost story, a murder mystery, a slow descent into madness and chaos. Or read it on the beach, watching the wistful folly of a young man torn by two desires go horribly wrong. Or read it on a stage, finding reason and excuse for every action of every character, every word uttered or shouted. And read it while drinking a warm cup of something delicious.

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