A Year of Shakespeare

I’m a bit behind schedule and will have to step it up a bit if I want to read the whole canon in a year’s time.  Not behind by much, but enough so to make things interesting.

I want to thank everyone for continuing to come along for the ride.  Two-thousand hits in a little over four month’s time far exceeds what I was hoping for when I began.  To be quite honest, I wasn’t convinced anybody but my immediate family would be dropping in.

Seven plays down, thirty-three left to go (more or less, depending on how the timing plays out, or how broadly we define what constitutes the canon).

I haven’t received any comments in awhile.  But that doesn’t mean I’m not open to suggestions should you have them, or that there’s not a whole lot of room for improvement on my part.

But thanks again for having a look.

Appropriate for Super Bowl Sunday, guys.  Thanks for helping me reach four digits after only four plays!

There are thirty-four left to go, plus the sonnets and poems.  Oh, God.  That sounds a lot harder after saying it out loud…

I haven’t been at this very long, but it’s already turning into the experience of a lifetime.  You people are the best.

And now, back to The Game!

…or up the hits, which sounds a little naughty. Blame it on the pillow as pictured below, or thoughts of errant Santa’s Elves. But let’s move on.

I’m slightly stunned that we’ve already crossed the “100 Hit” threshold, which, to be honest, I’d imagined would take a few months. I mean, I don’t even know a hundred people and my mom has already commented. If friends told friends who told school acquaintances I might get up to one hundred people — maybe. You could throw in my calling circle and it could possibly carry me over the hump (with a good breeze at my back, traveling down hill, after a big push).

But we’re over the hump and down the hill and rolling right along. People are asking me about how this will work, which order we’ll read the books (okay, I’ll read the books, but maybe some of you, sometime, will join along. It won’t hurt. I mean, not much I don’t think. And it could be lots of fun).

Some of you might be watching this the way a lot of folks watch NASCAR — waiting for the big smash up that you know is inevitable. He’s gonna run out of material. It’s bound to get boring. Just wait till he hits Titus Andronicus. I know, I know… the traps are waiting.

Still, I can’t believe what a blast this is. So, okay, I already get the blogging thing. But even I want to know if this momentum will last once January 1 rolls around and the real slog journey begins.

I’ll hope you’ll still be here. I hope I’ll still be here. I hope we’ll all still be here. We know Shakespeare will still be here…