I've been fond of Elizabethan language for many years now. Whenever I go to a Shakespearean play, or read one, I find myself waxing poetic for hours afterwards. The interesting question is, can I do this for real?
Hence: The Players. It's an odd little bonbon of a play, designed to wind up as a full-length Elizabethan comedy. It is loosely inspired by the story of "the arrest of Christ", from the Fugger Letters, and basically depicts the production of the worst passion play of all time. Interwoven into that is a story about gambling, a young man learning a bit about his priorities, and of course, true love. (Along with a mountebanke who may be far more than he seems.)
The core ideas came to me quite some time back, probably five years ago. I spent a couple of years evolving them, slowly working through the scenes of the play, figuring out the characters and occasionally writing snippets of speech. For a long time, I was hung up on one final detail: the protagonist's girlfriend simply had no personality or arc. But as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I think I've now got that solved, which means that I'm pretty much done with the framework of the play.
So now, it's just down to the hard work of actually writing a couple of hours of iambic pentameter. (Interspersed with a few scenes in prose, and one singularly annoying character who speaks entirely in septameter.) It'll be interesting to see how this goes -- oddly for me, I have a real problem writing enough dialogue in many cases. But hey, it's a challenge.
And no, I'm not under any illusions that this is going to be a Play For the Ages. I have a very specific goal: to be at least as good as Shakespeare's worst play. I'm not likely to match Midsummer Night's Dream my first time out, but doing better than, say, Titus Andronicus, is at least plausible...