I Am Not Shakespeare

Just wanted to put that out there. :)

My eldest had to write an essay on Romeo and Juliet this week. She talked about how hasty every decision in the story was.

Here's the low down:

Romeo and Juliet meet at a party. They talk later that evening, and Juliet asks Romeo to marry her (Do you remember that? I didn't.) They marry the next day. He kills Tybalt. She takes "poison." He kills Paris. Romeo takes poison. He dies. She wakes, sees Romeo dead, and kills herself. All within a week.

Where's the communication here, people?

The whole time, the reader is going, "Just talk to each other, for Pete's (or Romeo's or Juliet's) sake!"

And that's what makes a great story.

Throw in some good fight scenes. Some great language. Some all consuming love.

*sigh*

And you have a classic.

So....

As pointed out before, I am not Shakespeare.

Not in any sense of any illusions. Really, I'm fine with that.

However, my main characters are star-crossed lovers.

She's human.

He's a Norse god.

The Norse world is ending, and they cannot be together.

He has a job to protect the only human girl who survives the end of the world...and it's not her.

He is duty bound, but love struck.

She understands his duty is more important than their love.

What will happen?

Hopefully, readers will find out soon. Hopefully, readers will want to know.

And maybe, just maybe, I have spun a story that warrants reading.

We'll see.