Notes from the Basement:

Voice work yesterday, as we began the new project.  My Director points out my voice for Marcus is a lot like my voice for Richard. Makes sense to me, as they're both the same sort of class-free people.  But when she dug a little deeper, asked me to find adjectives to describe them, I found Reliable was strong for both - Steady, Dependable . . . OK, for different reasons entirely - I mean, they are not alternate versions of the same person - but interesting that I seem to have a card in what Delia calls my Writer's Tarot Deck that I didn't even know I had.

She also got me to give the gushing Artemisia a little giggle at the end of sentences (where appropriate):  "You know the way teenage girls do that?"  She's right!  And it will be very affecting when she loses the giggle later.

This is all just fascinating to me.  I'm not a trained actor; I've just got incredible instincts that have seen me through decades of performance (says my chiropractor/shaman/coach, George Russell, who's thinking about doing some body work with me in character... but that's another post).  Learning to work it from the outside, in, is hard - but grand.  And challenging.  I do like a challenge.

Back to the basement, now!

Apres moi, la deluge!

Delia has taken all the illicit we-never-buy-this heavy cream (she needed 1 Tbs for the sauce for the dinner party we gave Friday for John R. Douglas & Ginjer Buchanan), and clabbered it to try to make creme fraiche (which we can at least dole out in reasonable portions at Appropriate Moments.  And it will Keep...).  

I forgot to ask her to leave me some for my oatmeal.

Is there such a thing as a minus-First World Problem?  Maybe we're into the First Estate, here?

ETA:  A friend on Facebook says it's a "1% Problem" - perfect!