Took acting class tonight. Did what my instructor calls a freezing reading. No chance to look at it beforehand. You only see the line when it is your turn to say it. You have to feel what the other person says before you look at your line. I loved that! And was surprised at the people in the class who didn’t like it at all.
I felt so good about it, I volunteered for a last extra improv scene near the end of class. I’m terrified of acting and yet…hey, I’m paying good money to be in this class and my life is good–why am I going to sit there wishing to be asked to the dance? The others may have been ready to quit a few minutes early and go home, but I jumped up and after an awkward minute, a fellow joined me up at the front of the class.
For this improv, one actor is given an objective and the other is not told what it is. My objective in the scene was to tell him to move out. Our instructor told us not to give away too much too soon–and if there is one thing I can do well, it’s be evasive.
In other scary places, I’ve committed to doing the Austin Fine Arts festival. It’s like going from first grade to college in a week. I am so not ready for this.
Not ready for NaNoWriMo either, but I’m showing up for that.
Friends I haven’t seen in six years are showing up next week too. We’ve been friends since we were 18.
It’s exam week at school. I haven’t written the exams yet.
And I’m taking my son trick-or-treating.
What scary things are you up to these days? And what do you find scary about writing?