well, hell's bells
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I just can't suss it all out.
I should be memorizing my Chekhov and I put together a bookshelf instead (a particularly ugly, ridiculous one which I'll have to paint later, perhaps with a bottle of red). I am having so much trouble memorizing these days... It used to be one of the easiest parts of acting.
I'm just such a bad actor. This isn't self-deprecation, but realisation. It's just not EASY like directing. Designing isn't easy, either, but at least it's something I can do without much thought. But acting... And it isn't (I don't think) because I'm just supposed to be a director--I really don't think that's the case. I think it might be because acting is so much more personal, so naked, so vulnerable. Bringing myself to that place over and over again...it's like asking someone to keep giving blood when they're afraid they'll run out soon.
Oh man. This bookshelf looks ridiculous in my living room. Ah, well.
I just can't suss it all out.
I should be memorizing my Chekhov and I put together a bookshelf instead (a particularly ugly, ridiculous one which I'll have to paint later, perhaps with a bottle of red). I am having so much trouble memorizing these days... It used to be one of the easiest parts of acting.
I'm just such a bad actor. This isn't self-deprecation, but realisation. It's just not EASY like directing. Designing isn't easy, either, but at least it's something I can do without much thought. But acting... And it isn't (I don't think) because I'm just supposed to be a director--I really don't think that's the case. I think it might be because acting is so much more personal, so naked, so vulnerable. Bringing myself to that place over and over again...it's like asking someone to keep giving blood when they're afraid they'll run out soon.
Oh man. This bookshelf looks ridiculous in my living room. Ah, well.