The Lil' Blog Experiment

Blogging: an experiment

Hiya, Interwebs! This is my experimental sojourn into blogging.

In my experience, personal blogs are often MOST interesting to read when they deal with a) specific how-tos: i.e., check out my guide to gluten-free waffles-only living b) contain a lot of drama: i.e, HERE'S A THINLY-VEILED 'ANONYMOUS' STORY ABOUT MY PIVOTAL ROLE IN AMELIA EARHART'S DISAPPEARANCE. Given that I do not know how to make gluten-free waffles (um - add powdered unicorn?) and that I don't plan on spreading thrilling! seedy! scandals! onto the Internetz (my personal scandals these days are pretty tame - although I am pretty sure my laundromat is using generic detergent instead of allergen-free, AMA), I'm unsure if this blog will be interesting OR, indeed, regularly kept-up. But I'll give it a whirl!

Obligatory waffle image

Obligatory waffle image

Life is busy these days - I'm in rehearsals for my adaptation of VANITY FAIR at the Pearl, playin' Becky Sharp, and Becky's pretty deep in my subconscious, which is fun company. I have a bunch of other productions coming up regionally and in my much-beloved NYC, and I'm pretty tired! Happy but tired. If the nation weren't being run by a bigoted orange despot, things would be better, but so many of us are struggling with that. Today's my day off, and I'm doing all those things which actors do on their days off - running lines, reviewing songs and dances, and attempting to get some grocery shopping done. String cheese and bananas are my friend in busy rehearsal days. Also doing some playwritin' on my off hours, which is the norm.

I get asked quite often about my writing process, and the truth is I don't... really... have one? There are patterns, but I'm a big believer that every play teaches me to write itself. That being said, I often 'warm up' my writing brain by writing, um, morose and often not-amazing poetry. It frees me up. I have a poem below that I wrote the other week: I NEVER show my poems to anyone, so this is a scary thing for me to do. My poems are often quite dark - I'm clearing the cobwebs out of my subconscious.

Again, I'm unsure how consistent I'll be about blogging! This will be an experiment for me... it may quickly degrade. At the very least, you'll get some quality waffle stock photos.

Exhibit A: waffle

Exhibit A: waffle

And now, a super dark poem!

 

The End

I'd go over to my brother’s

We’d make something decadent

Pasta alfredo; cheesecake

No worry about calories now

I’d bicker with my mother

Even at the end

Especially then

Whoever won

Would actually have

The last word

 

We’d put the kids to bed

They’d fuss, as usual, but

No more TV tonight

We’d sit around and drink

Too much red wine

Laugh telling old stories

My mom would fall asleep

It’d just be me - my brothers and sisters -

Waiting – who knows why -

And trying not to fade.