It's a ruff draught. Blows right up your iambic passage.
Shakespeare's doubts Page 2
Quote: Marc P @ 25th August 2014, 2:23 PM BSTIt's a ruff draught. Blows right up your iambic passage.
Rather an uncouth way of putting it. I prefer to call it my cordial anus.
Does a fart by any other name....?
ha, is it? I might go for something inbetween then - so it makes sense but also feels like it's Shakespeare esk
esque!!! 
Well I sure am learning stuff today
Quote: Marc P @ 25th August 2014, 2:28 PM BSTDoes a fart by any other name....?
Fair is foul and foul is fair.
Quote: Marc P @ 25th August 2014, 2:42 PM BSTesque!!!
I didn;t want to be the one who did that. 
He displays his petard he should expect to get it hoisted.
And go off in his face!
Quote: gappy @ 25th August 2014, 2:47 PM BSTI didn;t want to be the one who did that.
And to think you went to Oxford! Saints preserve us!
They never taught us to type, sadly. 
Stereotype maybe
Daguerreotype, dear boy. We learnt to make lovely crepuscular views of the crenellations. That, along with sherry tasting and cummerbund design, wot?
Let's leave Sherlock out of this!
Ok dokey - This is the final draft for now - as it is, although I might change it so it has a lesson yet I'm not sure.
Any thoughts?
Remember, It's not just you that has ever struggled to achieve their goals, that has wrestled with self doubt or motivation to continue.
You think Michelangelo never wanted to quit and go back to his job at the quarry? You think Shakespeare never had any doubts? Of course he did, this genuine dialogue proves as much:
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
My salutation is one of greetings, dear Shakesey.
SHAKESPEARE
Greetings, Steve.
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
The night but passed was most splendid. Ye are familiar, I am sure, of the fair maiden of the blacksmiths, encumbered as she is with the leprosy?
Shakespeare sighs deeply
SHAKESPEARE
I know of she, yes.
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
Well, I had this gin upon mine person, she provided but a piffling struggle ...
Shakespeare's mate notices Shakespeare
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
My dear fellow? Why do thou appear so morose?
SHAKESPEARE
I am, I fear, somewhat down beat on this day. My doubt is profound upon this play o mine. I doth expect it be shit. its destiny is assured in failure.
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
Cast away thy feelings of dejection. My confidence in thou is as assured as the morrow. Thou should cease such worry.
SHAKESPEARE
I thank thou my friend. Thy words, they art kind but alas, my heart is heavy with the burden of anguish.
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
And should fate become but gloomier. I discern employment can be gained at the factory of frilly neck things.
SHAKESPEARE
I suspect thou speak the truth, dear friend, though I am fretful for my play and I am distressed that my life is one of waste.
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
Would thee partake of some opium on this moment?
SHAKESPEARE
Where for art thou my sweet, sweet opiate?
Shakespeare's Mate passes him the pipe
SHAKESPEARE'S MATE
I grow impatient my dear fellow. Why this dawdle for the invention of crack?
You see, even Shakespeare had his doubts but he managed to stay on track, he persevered. So, remember, just stick with the program and have faith