The prince bleats, 'To be, or not to be' and everyone rebleats though there's blood on Hamlet's sheepish hands, but not one red pinging heart actually cares, asks what's up — what's got ya goat? — or suggests resources because, OMG, just give him a quill, get him an agent, and suddenly Hamlet is dusting and steam cleaning the castle's red-stained rugs ahead of this weekend's six-word intensive writing retreat: 1500 krone per night, double occupancy with buffet breakfast, ghosts, and break-out groups!
(A version of this piece appeared on Paragraph Planet on Jan 20 2023)
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