NaNoWriMo #6 : My … Debut?

Yesterday, Friday, I woke up mopey.  I complained to my wife that although I’d circulated my work to about a half a dozen people, nobody had given me a word of feedback.  I do not count the generic “Wow this is amazing this is so great!”  I can take criticism (at least, some.  I do still like to hear the parts you liked :)).  The show is today (or tomorrow, in the context of yesterday, got that?) so I was afraid that my whole “Get kids interested in Hamlet so they’ll be more interested in going to see it” thing was going out the window.

Got a text from my daughter yesterday afternoon to let me know that her teacher had her classes reading my work!  *snoopy dance*

“What did they think?” I text back.

“They said they understood it. Some were a little upset that everybody died. Some thought the dying part was great (the boys).”

Nice.  I found that particularly amusing because, after my daughter was confused over Laertes’ death, I’d gone back in and rewritten my summary so that they truly fell like dominoes, leaving nothing to confusion.

This morning I got more details.  The teacher had three of her classes read my work directly, which I figure has to be approaching 75-100 kids.  Some did not have the time, so according to my daughter she, “wrote it out on the board.”  I figured out that at this point she was telling them Hamlet herself, and not specifically using my work.  But, as my daughter pointed out, since by then she’d been through multiple readings and discussions, she no doubt was borrowing some of my ideas.

I asked again whether kids liked it.

“People were coming up to me and asking whether it has a happy ending,” she said, “while they were still in the middle of it.”

No, no it does not.  Except for Fortinbras and Horatio, of course.

And me.  Today, I am happy. I like that this may have gone to the next level.  For the past few years, me as Shakespeare guy has seemed a very local sort of thing, like only the people that I’ve personally met know me and what I do.  But there’s only one middle school in the whole town (there are three elementary schools), so my audience is suddenly 3x the size and now there’s going to be kids going home to their parents, parents who have no idea who I am, and saying “We read Hamlet today, because this girl’s father is writing a book about it.”

Today is the show.  I’m terribly curious whether my little effort has succeeded in putting any butts in the seats, or whether I’d know if it had.  My girls are coming with me, wearing their Shakespeare is Universal shirts of course, and I’ve got a pocket full of business cards, so I’m prepared!

Show is at 2pm.  I’ll report back.

NaNoWriMo #5(?) : Milestone Achieved!

Ok, I set a goal for myself of having something to distribute to strangers by Wednesday. Today I asked my daughter to approach her teacher and ask whether she’d be interested in seeing the early version of my work. She said absolutely she would, and with permission she would share it with her class.  I also took the opportunity to email my other daughter’s fourth grade teacher, who also said that she’d happily read it.

So my first draft, sitting at just over 3800 words, is now sitting in both those inboxes. How will two actual teachers of this stuff take it? I honestly have no idea, and I’m quite curious. They could hate it. But I’ve since learned that this would not be the end of the world, and the feedback is crucial to the project. I know the audience I’m aiming at, and they know that audience better than I, so I can’t be afraid of what they’ve got to tell me.

The only thing I fear would be anything coming back on my kids. I asked my oldest daughter whether it would be embarrassing for her to have my book in progress read by all her friends. She said, and I’m quoting, “No it wouldn’t be embarrassing at all why would you even think that it would be. I think it would be awesome.”

What other encouragement does a father need?

Before the night’s out I’m going to send copies to a couple of other teachers from the past who showed an interest in our Shakespeare work. The younger the class the more unlikely that they’ll be able to share the material, but I can still get the teacher’s input.

My Missed Yorick

Bardfilm just learned this story, and insisted that I post it. To this day the significance had not clicked with me.  Since the story was relayed via instant message, I’ll copy it here to give it the same flavor:

10:02
Although, true story, we did find a skull once.

10:02
I now regret not being into Shakespeare yet at the time.  True once in a lifetime opportunity missed.
10:02
What kinda skull? Human.
10:03
Some random Saturday morning, back in the days when the kids could just say “Going out!” and be gone on an adventure all day.
10:04
We were wandering around “the marsh” area of town, going on various adventures, when one of the kids in the lead (my cousin Joey) spotted a brown paper bag on the trail.  He kicked it, in case some sort of treasure lie within.

10:04
And by treasure, I mean Playboy magazines, beer, etc….

10:04
Out rolls a skull.

10:05
I can’t honestly remember how much of a skull it was, but it was clearly a human skull.

10:05
My cousin had gloves, so he picked it up and we began marching home with it.
10:05
Vivid memory of walking down the street in a procession, as a car came the other way and slowed as we walked.
10:06
My cousin actually had the presence of mind to say “What’samatter, lady? You’re looking at me like I got two heads.”

10:07
We get it home (his home), parents call the police.

10:07
That’s when one of the kids in the group (Richie), loses it.  He announces that the bad guys who killed the guy in the first place are gonna find us and kill us, and runs all the way home to his own house.

10:08
Turns out it had been stolen by somebody working in the nearby museum or something, and was part of some old indian exhibit.
I wish I could remember when this had happened, but I figure I had to be younger than 13 years old. My love for all things Shakespeare had not yet kicked in, so poor Yorick never crossed my mind until this very day. After posting this I will contact my mom, see if she remembers when this story took place. I’m also going to cc my brother, who was there at the time.
That was our oh so brief “Stand By Me” moment.  We got written up in the town newspaper, but only cousin Joey got his name in the paper.

UPDATED August 18, 2014 : My cousin Joey died this morning after a long illness.  RIP, Gizz.

NaNoWriMo #4 Update

Hovering at just over 3000 words.  Have let several people read the rough draft and gotten feedback, which I’ve incorporated. Turns out that when you’re writing for this age level, if you don’t clearly say “and then he dies,” your reader won’t realize that the character has died. When I heard, “Wait, Laertes dies?!” discussed between my daughters I had to go back and look at what I’d written was this:

Laertes, now near death himself, tells Hamlet everything: how the wine was poisoned, how the sword was poisoned, how Hamlet himself is as good as dead and just hasn’t fallen down yet. He tells Hamlet that it was all Claudius, and begs Hamlet’s forgiveness.

I guess they’re right, it’s not exactly clear :).

I’ve also got some rudimentary structure in my head that hopefully I can flesh out enough to give to non-family members and have it not look half finished. I’ve started and restarted Hamlet guides many times over the years, and I’ve always found the hardest part is in having a lot to say and not knowing the best way to organize it.  This hard deadline and fixed audience is at least putting me on the right track to complete something, even if it doesn’t give Harold Bloom a run for his money.

Like Polonius, Like Laertes

Act I, Scene 3 

OPHELIA

And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

LORD POLONIUS

Ay, springes to catch woodcocks.


Act V, Scene 2 

OSRIC

How is’t, Laertes? 

LAERTES

Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.

Never noticed that before.