I don’t know whether it’s remnants of my caffeine overdose on Friday from the two large cups of mocha and no water or the fact that I have fourteen more writing days of this yearlong challenge but, I find that I have nothing to say this morning.
Rather, I have lots to say but trying to grab a thought and finish it is much like trying to grab that damn mosquito that was buzzing about me yesterday. The harder I try, the more the thoughts flit away. And while the damn mosquito landed on me more than once and I have the bites to prove it; I can’t get a thought to morph into more than just a thought -
- I had a callback for a part yesterday that calls for nudity. The director she would not require the actors be naked, but “there will be the suggestion/illusion that they are.” And that if we were “not comfortable with the audience believing you are naked on stage” to let her know. Husband was not thrilled with this possibility. Brother wondered how anyone would be uncomfortable with the suggestion/illusion of nudity. I am just concerned about all the parts I’ll have to buff, polish and wax if I get the part…
- Yesterday afternoon I happened to look out the window as a huge buck deer chewed away at a bush at the bottom of our garden. I tried to get a shot of him and his antlers but he wasn’t very cooperative and I was looking more than taking pictures. Which I guess is as it should be - seeing and experiencing Buck not taking pictures to prove that he was there…
- I dreamt last night that I was on the whale watching tour and we were surrounded by sharks in the clear turquoise water and I was trying to get everyone to see them but they were all looking at the horizon for the blow of a whale. And then finally I got husband to look down and see the sharks and he freaked out and then everyone looked. And right in the middle of the sharks was a giant crocodile. Like massive monster of a thing just doing his croc thing in the middle of a pile of sharks…
- I don’t know what to say when someone tells me they like my hair or my “look.” Laughing seems to not be the right response but I’ve got nothing else to say but “Really? This?” And that seems insulting and rude. Not that the laughing is much better….
Yup... That’s all I’ve got folks.
And then there were thirteen.
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