When It Rains

This has been the week where people ask me to audition. Like no one ever asks me to audition and all of a sudden - whamo, I'm in great demand. Plus, I found a couple of shows I'd like to audition for. So now I'm looking for monologue material. I've been playing around with something from, you guessed...Infinite Jest. There's a great monologue featuring JOI's father talking about objects and Marlon Brando. I've been playing with that, but am not sure it works for me. I've also been playing with a monologue from August: Osage County (because you know, no one is using that and well, let's not even discuss what I really think of the play).

And I don't even have a head shot. In fact the last time I had a professional head shot taken it was such an uncomfortable, frustrating experience that I vowed never to do it again. Strangers really can't get good pictures of me, especially strangers who get frustrated when they can't get a good picture of me and then tell me how frustrated I'm making them because my particular je ne sais quoi keeps evading them so they're making me aware of it in the desperate hope that I'll be able to tie it down for them because that's like my job. Except. You know, they've gone and made me up to look like someone else. No lie. I looked like Dorothy Gail from The Wizard of Oz. So sure. I'm going to look a little petulant and removed, and uncomfortable. Because anyone who knows me can attest that I'm no Dorothy Gail. So. Before I ask someone else to take my headshot, I'm going to play around with taking some self-portraits and see what happens. Maybe I'll discover just how frustrating and elusive of a subject I am.

Oh. And if you have any ideas for monologues, feel free to leave your suggestions in Comments.