This was the Bard’s bedroom, this was his desk! Did he write Twelfth Night with a quill? Were his fingers darkened black by the ink? You have to understand…I’ve been a fan of Shakespeare my entire life […]
This was the Bard’s bedroom, this was his desk! Did he write Twelfth Night with a quill? Were his fingers darkened black by the ink? You have to understand…I’ve been a fan of Shakespeare my entire life […]
Of all the nine muses, all I really needed was one — to recover, to rewrite, to reclaim the contents of my missing flash drive. But really, it was to recover myself […]
