Tomorrow I start the first of five workshops in two weeks for the brilliant Sheffield Library Service. It’s for Shakespeare Week and this one’s a little bit special in that it’s 400 years since the great man (and possibly the most influential story teller that’s lived) died.
Things have been printed. The Lion King has been re-watched and Shakespearean insults have been chortled at (how’s the for research) – stationery has been bought and bags have been packed. Most importantly I know what I’m doing and I can’t wait to get started.
I think one of the coolest things is that the workshops sold out in record time – that’s something that always makes me happy because it means (or should, at least) that people are keen. And an appetite for Shakespeare can only be a very good thing.
And now I go for a walk and don’t think about it until tomorrow, when the fun begins.