Miss me? I miss my blog, too, and before I forget my password, I must note that this body, this soul, this mind, these typing fingers, neatly manicured, embodied by this actress, have all taken a real day job in a company town, in order to continue paying the rent. Rise at 6 a.m. or earlier, put on face and suit, drink juice and down vitamins, then drive, baby, drive. Smile. Listen. Think. Produce.
Sadly, the gigs I receive online in 2011 as invitations to audition are usually so out of context for my skills, and so out of balance with who I am (skin products that require one to be a guinea pig, reality TV shows that require one be part of this unusual family, second lead in student films, low-budget features that require an investment in a round-trip flight to L.A., a certain type of ethnically ambiguous woman over 40 who comes to a casting call and sees 50 to 100 others who are real Latinas or real something - you actors know the routine) that, I feel I am not missing much these days, given the paucity of opportunities in my greater neighborhood. It's a sad state of affairs for someone who is passionate about acting, loves character work, and wants to learn by doing and doing more, and has put herself out there. (Frustrated? Moi?)
I am watching and waiting and working, and continuing my Art of Storytelling class, which prepares me to become a master storyteller in schools, libraries, and in venues still to be conceived.
Hey, where's my crystal ball, anyway?
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