Oh, I am flustered. It is Flustered Monday. That has kind of an internal rhyme. I don’t know why I am flustered. I have emailed my articles and pictures to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. They will print them or not; at least I wrote them and sent them in by deadline (OK, actually ON deadline; we’ve talked about me and the last minute, have we not?). I have plenty of time to make a blog post before getting to rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre (by the way, stand by for this blog becoming All Morning’s at Seven All The Time). What reason do I have to be flustered?
Well, one reason is that it seems I do not know my lines as well as I thought I did. Going over them Friday and Sunday, I thought I was doing pretty good. I was working on getting word perfect and learning everybody else’s lines (you know, the whole line, not just the last few words before my line). Today when I looked at the script, covering it with a piece of paper and sliding it down to read others’ lines while covering my own, and I said, “Huh? What?”
This is what my brain feels like today.
It seemed like a good moment to throw in a monster. Doesn’t he look comfortable? I think I see my problem. I spent my weekend running around having fun, when I should have been vegetating, napping, and studying lines, not necessarily in that order.
Maybe this brain wouldn’t die, but mine sure did.
Get a load of that side-eye! I’m afraid that is what my cast-mates will be giving me if I am as clueless on stage as I feel right now.
There’s the brain I need!
Anyways, I see I am just over 300 words. I call that respectable for a Monstrous Monday (you didn’t think I was serious about Flustered Monday, did you?). Now I have time to look over my script again. I believe I am still a day behind on my daily blog, but at least I have not added a day. Happy Monday, folks!