In which I read too many novels about Elizabethan playwrights and suddenly start writing my own tragedies.

(Mind you, this was also accidentally inspired by the International Marlowe-Shakespeare Society, who were silly enough to post an entire page of incredibly shippy quotes on their website. So much for that authorship theory, huh?)

( Reading 'A Dead Man In Deptford' was the best and worst idea I've ever had. )