A Blogger’s Soliloquy

Based very loosely on Hamlet’s soliloquy, Act 3, Scene 1 To blog or not to blog, that is an unending question Whether tis nobler with thy fingers type The verbs and pronouns of outrageous silliness, or to flay arms against written emptiness And by doing nothing? To sleep with writer’s block No more, I say, this shall not be an end The heart aches for words in natural ability To consummate a worthy post from flesh Comments to be wished,Read more

Chookas Dahling!

If you are expecting a story about shoes, you’ve come to the wrong place. This post is about chookas, not chukkas. Chookas is a theatrical slang, used mainly in Australia, to wish a performer good luck – synonymous to “break a leg.” Actors, this is your 5 minute call. Chookas, everyone!  Fellow blogger and seasoned thespian Master of Something I’ve Yet to Discover  gave me her chooka blessing three days ago. It worked. Thank you! “Eclipsed,” the dinner theater murder mystery, is over andRead more

Hotel Luna Cee

Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before “Relax, ” said (Natasha), “We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave! “ She told me. Once your foot is in the door, you will not leave. You will want to stay and drink the Kool-Aid or wine or whatever the Thespian Hotel is serving. Natasha was correct.Read more

Greenhorn Lessons

In between the never-ending movement of boxes and belongings, Natasha and I are still practicing our lines for the bachelorette party’s comedy murder mystery. We are pretty much “off book” as she calls it, acting out our scenes without robotic reading from a piece of paper. (Truth be told, I was the robot on the first night.) It’s been a trip, it’s been fun, and it’s been a learning process – this first-time, thespian experience. Natasha tells me I amRead more

The Expectation Play

Setting the Opening Scene It is 5:06 am in a darkened bedroom filled with two dressers, an enormous, framed print on the wall, a gray-striped feline (hereafter referred to as Queenie) in a wicker basket, and a female human curled up under the green-striped flannel sheets of a queen-sized bed. The beginning light of dawn filters through the thin cracks of the tan blinds and the bottom open portion of the window, where a gray feline male (referred to asRead more

Benching Myself

I’m feeling a little lopsided. It’s the crush of too much fun all at once… like learning lines (Pardon? Oh yes, smashing!); squeezing in pool time and yoga, and learning lines (For heaven’s sake, someone stop her!); an expected visit from brother, which means severe house cleaning and ridding the couch of cat hair, and learning lines (Darling, whatever did you do?), and there’s the job and looking for an apartment, and learning lines (Well, whatever you do, don’t makeRead more

The First Read-Through

I told the small group of men that if anything goes wrong, it’s Natasha’s fault. She dragged me into this. Thursday evening was the first read-through of the murder mystery/dinner theatre/bachelorette party/improv madness into which I’ve been thrown. Well, I guess I did say, “Okay, I’ll do it,” without too much of a twisting arm. It was Natasha’s encouraging words (“You’ll have fun! You’re funny! You have good comedic timing! You can do it!”) that inspired me to drag both feet outRead more

Adventure Around the Bend

A bridge to where, around the gray-board bend? A pond? A street? A gravel road? The local Subway? A bridge can lead to anywhere (or to nowhere in Alaska). It can be big and beautiful and famous… The Mackinaw Bridge leads from upper Michigan to lower Michigan, and the Sydney Harbor Bridge leads travelers from the North Shore to the central business district of the city. (Right M-R?) A bridge can be small and pedestrian, like the one above, waiting for theRead more