If only because I just spent half an hour scanning posts to try to figure out who this is. Fun reading, but 2 a.m. is way too late to be piecing clues together, especially when you have Prospero's lines to internalize.
Sigh. Yes, I'm back to Acting Shakespeare again. Ran through my Tempest bit with my scene partner today in class for the first time in a while, and it became clear that I haven't quite got it down yet.
Frustrated -- lost lines that I thought I had down. And let me tell you, if I thought I let my body get in the way of being Hamlet, I had no idea: You try being a 37-year-old critic with letting-your-guard-down issues playing a scene with a 21-year-old university student, and realizing that at some point you're going to have to touch the young woman in question. First time we set about trying to work out blocking, I was so self-conscious I could barely speak.
It's coming along much more nicely now, though, I think. Director/professor told me today that he could see the arc pretty clearly, could point to the places where the relationship changes as Prospero opens up to Miranda and tells her about their history. And he had nice things to say about the physicality I'm working on, the sense of this guy's power in the body, what it means to be, y'know, get interrupted by an overwrought teen when you're trying to control a small hurricane.
And this evening, in a clean-up rehearsal, Miranda and I actually found a beat that seemed to call for an embrace -- and in the middle of it I actually took a big deep breath, looked up at the sky, and almost lost it.
Must stop this acting thing. It's way too scary.