February's gross.
Everyone's kinda sick. Coughing on
everything.
Pasty white. Chapped lips. Prickly
legs. Dry skin. Red noses.
New Yorkers look like sickly refugees,
bundled from head to toe. Wrapped in drab babushkas. Sour faces.
Cracking hands grabbing cold subway poles.
And, for God's sake, there's pink shit
all over the place. And hearts. Stores hawking balloons and bears and
bags of sugary crap.
Just gross.
I'm feeling it's effects, to say the
least. Auditions are slow. I'm itching for another film project to
throw myself into, missing December's craze. So I've signed up for a
boat load of seminars and workshops. The coming weeks are gonna be
jam packed with me trying to impress the pants off of some
industry-folk. (so to speak. I'm not actually the actress that does
pantsless things with the director in the back of the trailer.
...She's a hooker.)
Anyhoo, I've been working hard on my
corporate wellness program. Spending endless hours trying to figure
out technology that eludes my sensibilities. Luckily we have found a
web designer!! Those that know me well know how tech-tarded I am
(thanks for that gene, Mom). Living in the future is tricky! I had to
ask the nice man at the Apple store to speak to me like I was 6 as he
explained what a “cloud” was. ...utterly mind blowing...
In actory news: Coming up this weekend
I'll be performing in Pussyfest Redux. A collection of actresses
coming together to perform monologues written specifically for each
one of us. My monologue may well just be the dirtiest piece I've ever
performed on a stage. My amazing writer, Daniel Talbott, has written
me a Southern, matter-of-fact girl with an unfortunate sexual
experience to share with everyone. It should be interesting. Honestly
though, I'm excited to meet tons of great people. Should be an
awesome night of very random performances. Fun fun fun.
I'm also knee deep in the rehearsal
process for the show, “Commencing” in the Frigid Festival. We'll
go up in the East Village at the end of the month. It's been a bit of
a process to work on for various reasons. It's 60 minutes of non-stop
chatter between myself and another woman- both of us prone to rants.
There's a particular drunken monologue that gives me hives just
thinking about it.
Also on the agenda, because of a moment
of bravery, I submitted a short play I wrote to a show that was
taking submissions (I wrote it one bizarro night after an odd date.
It is NOT a true story, though, it's not too far off...). It's a
theater company that I've worked with in the past as an actor, but I
submitted my play on a whim. I never REALLY expected them to choose
to do it. But I've decided to be braver this year-writing more and
putting it out there. And, lo and behold, they are actually freakin'
doing the thing. So weird! It's a very silly little comedy about a
girl and a boy in a confusing situation. Maybe after it goes up I'll
even get the nerve to post it here. But we'll see about that...
In the meantime, this week I've booked
another commercial! Car dealership number two, here I come. I'm super
grateful, but I could really use some bigger-deal-somethings pretty
soon. I'm getting restless. I'm working on re-branding myself and
getting my “package” together (ugh. That sounds so annoying). But, I'll be putting new stuff out
and about pretty soon to see what kind of response I get. Viewing
myself as a product is not something that comes naturally, but I'm
trying my damnedest to be a business-minded badass.
So, between rehearsals and work
sessions and auditions and meetings, I'm popping Vitamin D like
they're Tic Tacs and downing green juice with ginger. My little body
has been feeling a cold lingering that I'd like to kick the crap out
of. So Pilates and healthy foods and some good workouts in my
future...not to mention that a costume described as “tragically
tight” is enough to put quite a pep in your step on that treadmill.
Ugh.
Stay well out there, my friends!
February is a slalom of germs, grumpy city-folk, and lotion infused
tissues (remind me to write a thank you note to whoever invented
those, btw).
Bundle up and bear it. Spring will come
soon enough.
I mean, that creepy little groundhog
said so.
Congrats for putting yourself out there in yet another way! Sounds like you're making a great start into 2013 for yourself. Go you!
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