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Mindfields - SCN
Man, this journal of mine has grown so very large that it takes a good five minutes for the damn thing to load. Maybe I should quit writing in it and begin a new journal on a new site? Or maybe I should just privatize some of the older entries so there isn't so much shit to load. What do you think?
I just got out of rehearsal. I'm really starting to resent having to go to rehearsal. Since there are no scenes in this show, and everyone is on stage for the entire time, it makes it really hard to know what we're doing from day to day. Blocking is kind of fluid and organic as opposed to set in stone. From day to day we just try to run the show in linear order and pick up where we left off the day before. So whether you actually have any lines or any major physical shifts during any particular scene you MUST show up for rehearsal because you never know when a certain moment is gonna get run. Tonight we only ran three and a half "moments." And it took us three hours. Liz has realized it's crunch time so she has started getting picky. Gotta be off book by Monday or she reserves the right to beat us.
Haven't felt like writing in here much lately. I think there are many factors contributing to that. General laziness, lack of anything interesting occuring in my life, stress, and as I said earlier, the idea that perhaps this journal has outworn its usefulness. I've never kept a journal for longer then a year. Mainly because in most paper journals that's when you run out of pages. I've been keeping this journal for over a year. I keep thinking it's time to move on. Not just from this journal but from this site.
Too many people know about this diary. People who I don't necessarily want to be privy to my inner most thoughts and secrets. I hate the growing number of private entries I find myself writing. I don't like having to censor myself, it bothers me. I have no problem censoring myself in person, but I hate doing it on paper. (Wait, is this considered paper? There's a philosophical debate unto itself.)
So yeah, but, moving on...
I realized today that my cave of a room is a total energy sucker. No matter how noble or productive my intentions are when entering it, the minute I clear the thresh hold I head directly for the bed or the computer. And from there I either fall asleep or fall into the ooo-pretty-internet daze that shuts down all thought. It's depressing. Can't even bring myself to clean the darn thing and goodness knows it needs it. BAD!!!
That is all for now.
Carla
I just got out of rehearsal. I'm really starting to resent having to go to rehearsal. Since there are no scenes in this show, and everyone is on stage for the entire time, it makes it really hard to know what we're doing from day to day. Blocking is kind of fluid and organic as opposed to set in stone. From day to day we just try to run the show in linear order and pick up where we left off the day before. So whether you actually have any lines or any major physical shifts during any particular scene you MUST show up for rehearsal because you never know when a certain moment is gonna get run. Tonight we only ran three and a half "moments." And it took us three hours. Liz has realized it's crunch time so she has started getting picky. Gotta be off book by Monday or she reserves the right to beat us.
Haven't felt like writing in here much lately. I think there are many factors contributing to that. General laziness, lack of anything interesting occuring in my life, stress, and as I said earlier, the idea that perhaps this journal has outworn its usefulness. I've never kept a journal for longer then a year. Mainly because in most paper journals that's when you run out of pages. I've been keeping this journal for over a year. I keep thinking it's time to move on. Not just from this journal but from this site.
Too many people know about this diary. People who I don't necessarily want to be privy to my inner most thoughts and secrets. I hate the growing number of private entries I find myself writing. I don't like having to censor myself, it bothers me. I have no problem censoring myself in person, but I hate doing it on paper. (Wait, is this considered paper? There's a philosophical debate unto itself.)
So yeah, but, moving on...
I realized today that my cave of a room is a total energy sucker. No matter how noble or productive my intentions are when entering it, the minute I clear the thresh hold I head directly for the bed or the computer. And from there I either fall asleep or fall into the ooo-pretty-internet daze that shuts down all thought. It's depressing. Can't even bring myself to clean the darn thing and goodness knows it needs it. BAD!!!
That is all for now.
Carla