I heard somewhere that it takes three weeks to develop a habit. Despite the effects that hypothyroidism has upon the inflection of my voice, I comprehend that there is no escaping my responsiblity to exhibit some extra-effort in maneuvering the sounds I make. At the third week mark of our rehearsals the script work and physical embodiments are set. The time has now arrived to combine the two into one fluent expression.
Perhaps I'm not the only one who fears laying aside the lines in attempts to act, naturally akward persons leaning on our paper crutch. Soon after we release our notes, we begin to move about the stage with confident freedom. In this case, the script interferes with the literal crutch I lean on for support and the freedom I've found in "blindness."
I was exhausted last night and my voice found difficulty in acheiving anything beyond a monotone state. My body easily, though not without some pain afterwards, settled to a hunched and twisted form. But with script in hand, I missed my favorite part of playing Margaret-listening attentively. Today I needed some inspiration and spent a few hours watching interviews with some of the greatest actors of our time. Two of my personal favorites couldn't ephasize enough the importance of listening. I was aware of a vocal disconnect and became acutely aware of the challenge called upon the physical status of Margaret of Castello, the requirement of having lines memorized as an actor, and the difficulties I carry within my psychological and physical being.