Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Ever since rehearsal yesterday, I've been thinking about getting my masters degree in Theater. It's something I've wanted to do for most of my life. It would really be a dream come true. Fifteen years or so ago, when I went back to school after getting my BS. I took a few years of theater classes at the University of Florida. Because I wasn't a degree seeking student, I could take undergraduate and graduate theater classes. (funny, I looked over my course load and with about 3 more classes, I could get a BA in theater!).
To pursue a masters degree in Drama would be so wonderful, enriching, dynamic, fulfilling and terrifying!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Today was my first rehearsal for the film. Finally I got to see what my film family is about and I couldn't be happier! My Michael Conway, my film husband is wonderful, funny and giving as an actor. Already, I hope we can work together on upcoming projects. My film kids Glen and Leslie Powell, remind me of happy tumbly puppies. Eager, excited and full of "now" and running to the future.
The other actors are also so talented.
Anne Nabors, the actress who plays Mrs. Nelson, is so beautiful and graceful, I can't wait to get to know her a little bit more.
Michael Emerson, who has been brought in from NY is absolutely phenomenal. Once I discovered who he was, I was really intimidated to work with him. Within seconds into our scene though that changed and instead of feeling scared I felt inspired. I'll have to tell him sometime that he gave me a little gift without even knowing it. Inspiration.
ahh, I love acting.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
It pains me to admit it: I am crossword challenged.
Infact, I am so clueless in this, that I have resorted to the unthinkable. That is, online crossword help for the crossword impaired.
Remakably, I seem to be getting better.
Who knows, perhaps in ten years, I'll actually be good at it.
Hope springs eternal!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
What is it about Summertime, that makes me long for the past.
I find myself drawn to water. Not just to the pool for a swim, but I mean big water. To stand at the oceans’ edge and feel the Atlantic rush up to my knees and drag my feet down into the soft sand as the waves rolled back in its gathering-up motion.
Drawn to walk with my brothers to go night fishing off the bridges. Bridges dotted with poor folks who spoke with sharp, crackly southern accents, and sat on their coolers, chilling a six pack or two. Fish guts and old shrimp always sticking to your shoes. Folks always willing to show you their catch or offer ideas on the best bait.
I feel drawn to go out with my father on his boat. To feel the thrill of a new adventure as we pulled away from the boat slip. To sit on the bow and scan the shallows while we navigated during low tide. To swim with the manatee, to catch a sea snake or puffer fish or who knows what. To see sharks circle the boat. To be so far out you can’t see land or anybody else, but the dolphins who came to play or the Frigate birds gliding so high they would disappear from sight.
I would give anything to see my father strong and at the helm again, so that I could watch him as looked out upon the water. So I could look at his wonderful face and for just a little while longer, wonder at what he was thinking.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
It doesn't happen very often these days, but lately (especially in the summer) I've been homesick for my old stomping ground. The place of my youth was wild in nature and people.
It was a small town with miles of thick
The people of this town were reflected the landscape. There were long haired hippies that would be happy to include me in their music circle and let me sing along. I would ride over to the university and enjoy the Hari Krishnas dancing on the plaza and laugh at the students streaking down
I don’t want to go back though. It’s different. The wildness is gone, and in its place is subdivisions. I guess the same can be said for me.
Between being "on call" for the film, auditioning for other films and everyone's summer schedule, I am stuck here in
To make matters worse, on the long days, I start daydreaming about traveling. Yup, I’m talking about: Hittin’ the road, taking a walkabout, Walking Man Blues (thanks James Taylor).
Before kids and responsibilities, I used to save up my money and travel to parts unknown. With friends or alone. A few days here, a month there. I mean I loved to take off!
Maybe when I have some more time….
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
This week I have an audition with a film maker that I don't know. It's something I swore I wouldn't do again.
I was in a film some time ago where the director was so temperamental, hysterical, unfocused and unprofessional that I swore I would only audition for a director who I personally knew or I was familiar with their work. The only reason I stuck it out was because I agreed to do a job and I keep my word.
Note to self: never say never!
Being ever the optimist, just because one was so horrid, doesn't mean everyone will be. Actually, every one else has been wonderful. So I'm off to the unknown, again.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
As soon as I feel comfortable about putting my blog on my acting website, I’ll put in a link to their website. Then you can see what great projects they are working on. I’ll also link to a wonderful director/producer (sisters) duo, that I also really love working with and are very special to me.
Anyway, it’s a beautiful Saturday here in Texas .
Friday, June 10, 2005
He hasn't asked to read it. He isn't even curious about it.
What does a gal have to do around here to get noticed?
Perhaps I should get a one finger salute tattoo'd on my keester and dance around naked in the front yard singing the Shnappy song.
That should wake things up!
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I love acting. It's one of the few things I can do that gets me out of my head. Great books and movies are perfect for escape and momentarily replace my jumbled, crowding thoughts with someone's organized thoughts, but it is not like "being in the moment." Unfortunately, the process of acting, is beyond my words.
Acting connects me completely.