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Monday Thoughts

July 15, 2013 at 9:18 am by Claudia

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Sunday morning: waiting for the bus, my bag full of scripts and reference books, a Sunday New York Times (I treated myself) and some coffee. I read the Times online, but you know what? There’s nothing like holding the actual paper in your hands. I worked on the Sunday crossword puzzle, one of my favorite things to do, but I was a wee bit limited by the bus and its bounces and jiggles. My pen wanted to skitter right off the page.

We had a good day of text work, finishing the play. I was able to do some one-on-one work with some of the actors. What a great group of people! As always in this ‘small world’ of theater, I knew some of the actors and/or we knew someone in common and there were lots of interesting conversations. Since we finished the play, I am not going to have to drive up there on Tuesday. That’s good news. Instead, I’m going to try to combine watching a run-through with seeing Don’s play. The theaters are about a half hour from each other. All in all, a very good experience.

Now it’s on to the next two plays I begin coaching in two weeks.

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Writing a blog, as those of you who blog know, is hard work. Photos must be taken and edited. Words must be carefully chosen. If you post daily, as I do, you have to think of something new to write about every day. Then there’s the actual writing of a post, which is never done casually and is always edited and re-edited. Perhaps you’ve designed your blog, as I have. That takes time and, often, money.

In the case of this blog, which is a self-hosted blog, I pay a yearly fee to my host. I paid for the theme which was the foundation of my blog design. I pay a bit extra for additional security. Two years ago, I started to include advertising on my blog to help defray my expenses and, frankly, to compensate myself for the enormous amount of time I put into this blog. Hey, it’s a labor of love but it takes time.

With all the blogs that are out there in blogland, we should have no trouble finding several that are a good fit, that give us what we as readers want. And sometimes what we want changes, just as our tastes change. That makes sense to me.

Here is the curious phenomenon that I’m pondering. Why do readers leave comments or write emails that essentially castigate the blog author for having ads? Or for the design and look of their blog? Or, more ominously, for writing something from the heart? It’s as if they feel the blog author has betrayed them in some way.

I don’t get it.

This hasn’t happened to me specifically, although I did have a comment that criticized me for a very personal decision that, quite frankly, was my business only. But I’ve seen this happen to my fellow bloggers and it makes me mad. These comments are made under the guise of being ‘helpful’ – a passive/aggressive thing. It’s as if writing and reading in the online world gives the commenter permission to say things that they would never say face-to-face. Or, perhaps they would say it face-to-face. In that case, my response would be ‘It’s my blog.’

Some bloggers are sincerely trying to earn a living from their blog. They work very hard at it. You’re not going to be able to earn any income from a blog without ads. Just as shows on television have ads, magazines have ads, billboards have ads, heck, even public television has a sort-of-ad at the top of some programming, so must blogs that supply needed income. If a reader doesn’t like that, why not simply move on?

You can’t please everyone all of the time, we all know that. If a blog I’m a regular reader of changes in a way that I no longer like, I simply move on. The author doesn’t owe me anything. It’s his/her blog. She can do whatever she wants to with it; she can have lots of ads, she can change the focus of the blog, she can post only photos, she can speak about political issues I don’t agree with – she can do whatever she friggin’ wants. I may be disappointed. I may disagree. That’s fair. But I simply move on.

The only time I’ve ever commented on something I fundamentally disagreed with was in the case of a blogger who was repeatedly engaging in a form of bullying. I felt it was a moral issue. Would I speak out again if faced with the same sort of thing? I’m not sure. But surely, ads and blog design and posts written from the heart or any one of a slew of other things are part of that blogger’s own particular way of blogging. It’s what makes each blog individual and puts a personal stamp on things.

I have strong feelings and opinions as those of you who are regular readers of this blog know. I welcome discussion in the comments. Not everyone is going to agree with me and that’s okay. Not everyone is going to find my blog a good fit, either. That’s okay. What I don’t welcome, and never will allow, is sniping. And that’s what I saw in some of those comments on other blogs. Sniping, plain and simple.

It’s not polite. It’s not good behavior. It’s not right. If it came from my child, she would be put in a time out.

That’s what I say to all those who leave that kind of comment or send that kind of email. Put yourself in a time out by simply moving on.

Those are my thoughts on this Monday morning.

Happy Monday.

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Filed Under: blogging, coaching, On The Road 59 Comments

Working, Missing and Allergy-ing

April 26, 2013 at 7:55 am by Claudia

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These trees, surrounding the gorgeous arch, are budding and leafing out.

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These trees are full of flowers.

Gorgeous, aren’t they?

They, along with the pollen that is flying around these windy streets, are making me miserable. Oh lord, are my allergies out of control! This morning I woke up with a stuffed up head, watery eyes, and a general feeling of yuckiness. I’ve always wondered why something so beautiful, so long wished for, so renewing, can cause such havoc in my sinuses.

Doesn’t seem fair, does it?

After today, I will have met with every member of the cast once and some twice. What a nice and talented group of actors! They are a pleasure to work with. I find that most actors are that way. Very seldom do I have trouble with an actor. The key to working successfully with an actor is to understand the way he or she works and gently but firmly guide that actor by giving him/her all the tools needed to give a full, rich performance. Equally important is knowing when to back off. At some point, some actors will not want many notes and will need to put it all together without interference. Other actors want all the notes I can give them right up through opening night. In the end, it is never about me. It’s about being of service to the actor and the director and the production. I think the fact that I was an actor helps me in all this. In all modesty, I think I handle this particular balance well. I know that is one of the reasons Darko likes working with me.

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The night before last, I woke in the early morning hours and then went back to sleep. I had all sorts of crazy dreams that left me unsettled. I must have dreamed about Scout because I woke up feeling so homesick and all I wanted to do was to nuzzle my face into hers, to breathe in her scent. I miss my girl so much that I feel a constant ache inside me.

Last year at this time, I was here and Scout and Riley were back home. Riley was declining and I worried about him all the time. And when I returned, I spent all my time taking care of him for the next 3 months. Oh, how I wish he was still with us. That sweet boy with the gentle brown eyes. I can still remember the feel of his hair, the way he liked me to stroke his face, the way he licked my hand. I’d give anything to have him back.

Sorry. I feel sadness coming over me at times, fueled, no doubt, by being away from my home and my loved ones. And memories can suddenly come out of nowhere that overwhelm me, that stop me short. I miss my boy.

You never get over the loss of a beloved family member.

Ah well. I have some coaching to do this afternoon. This morning, I am borrowing a company car and driving to the suburbs where I will quickly run into Joann’s and buy some Polyfil. And some elastic thread, which I just realized I need for Maggie Rabbit’s dress. To those of you who offered to send me some Polyfil, my heart is warmed by your generosity. Blogging has brought such wonderful people into my life. Such a sweet gift you are.

Happy Friday.

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Filed Under: coaching, On The Road, Riley, Scout 20 Comments

The Rehearsal Process: Working One-On-One and Blocking

April 24, 2013 at 8:59 am by Claudia

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There’s something awfully comforting about seeing this quilt on the hotel room bed. Even better: being tucked under it at night. Duvet, schmuvet….I like my quilt.

My word, it was cold yesterday! Windy, cold, and more like the beginning of March than the end of April. Since I brought only a jean jacket with me – no hat, no gloves – to say I was uncomfortable is putting it mildly. This is the strangest spring I can remember. Today, however, promises to be warmer and I’m counting on that. I want spring, thank you very much.

After writing yesterday’s post and spending 4 hours at rehearsal, I called Don on a break. He informed me that I had a typo in the post: I had typed Sunday instead of sunny. Oy. I find it amazing that I can type a post, proofread it more than once, and still miss an error. Alas, I couldn’t fix it until I got back to the hotel. Those pesky typos drive me crazy, slightly reformed perfectionist that I am.

We finished our table work yesterday and now we move on to a schedule that has me in and out of rehearsal throughout the day. The other day, I mentioned the one-on-one work I do with actors. I started those sessions on Sunday and will be doing more today. What is one-on-one work? Well, it can be several things. Right now, it’s a chance for me to meet with individual actors, get to know them a bit, and to go through their lines together. I point out pronunciations and words that need to be stressed within the framework of iambic pentameter. What is iambic pentameter? It’s the meter in which Shakespeare (and others) wrote. It measures the number of syllables in a line of text which fall into a natural rhythm. An iamb is two syllables or beats, consisting of an unstressed syllable and a stressed syllable. Pentameter refers to the fact that there are 5 iambs in a line or ten beats.

Example: “If music be the food of love play on.” (The first line in the play, spoken by Orsino.)

Using iambic pentameter as our guide, and starting with an unstressed syllable, we get:

If MUsic BE the FOOD of LOVE play ON.  (da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM.)

Shakespeare was brilliant. By using iambic pentameter, he gave all the clues an actor needs to find the meaning in a line of text and the way it should be expressed. It’s also been said that an iamb mimics our own heartbeat. There is a natural quality to speaking this way. Though to a newcomer it might seem constricting, actually it’s freeing once you get it. The challenge for the actor is to take this structure, this meter, and speak it in a way that isn’t sing-songy, but is heightened and natural at the same time.

In the poetic sections of text (Shakespeare also wrote in prose) there are usually 10 beats to a line. Sometimes, there are 11. Occasionally, 12.  Sometimes the normal rhythm of an iamb is changed to a trochee where the stress is on the first syllable and the second syllable is unstressed. Or a spondee: two stressed syllables in a row, followed by two unstressed syllables. Iambic pentameter is by far the most prevalent metrical stress used in Shakespeare and when it varies it always gives a clue as to what is happening in the scene and what heightened emotions or changes the character is going through.

This all sounds highly technical, but once an actor learns the art of scansion, which is going through each line of the text and marking the stresses, he has the framework in place to begin his interpretation of the character he is playing.

I spend time with the actor on just that in the first individual sessions. And if there is a line of text that doesn’t easily fall into 10 syllables, 5 beats, we work at it like detectives and try to figure out just what Shakespeare wanted in that line. I also point out words that need to be heightened in the way they are uttered because our contemporary way of speaking words can creep in and that’s a no no. This is elevated text.

That, in a nutshell, is what we do in our first session together. As we move further into the rehearsal process, we tackle the voice, breath, how to handle long, complicated thoughts on one breath, speaking clearly and fully. If I or the director notice something that needs to be addressed, I schedule a session with the actor. But there will be more on that later.

While I’m working individually, the director is beginning the process of blocking the play. Blocking = the positions and movements of the characters in a scene. Every director does this differently. Some chart it in detail before the rehearsal, others have a general idea of what they want and make decisions during the rehearsal itself. Many rely on the actors’ instincts, as well. It can be a very collaborative process. In this particular production, the set is a complicated labyrinth of boxwood hedges, as in a formal garden. The actors will be in and out of the maze, appearing, disappearing, and even walking on top of the hedges. So the blocking is even more complicated than normal. But Darko, the director, is brilliant at that sort of thing. He loves the challenge and his background is in movement, so he sees things as a sort of dance. This is going to be an amazing visual treat.

Whew! I hope this wasn’t too much information. It’s a challenge to put into words a process I know like the back of my hand.

Oh, I forgot to include one other little creature who travels with me:

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Little lamb. When I finish Maggie Rabbit, there will be four of us here: Wayfrum, Little Lamb, Maggie Rabbit and me. But I can’t finish Maggie Rabbit because I forgot to bring some Polyfil with me! Dang it. Very frustrating, indeed.

Happy Wednesday.

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Tagged With: polyfill, ShakespeareFiled Under: coaching, On The Road, Shakespeare 34 Comments

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