|Maybe this is a metaphor for something|
Well, hi there!
Many of you have emailed/tweeted/Facebooked/beeped/booped/plappity-plapped me with the following question:
"What are you doing, Felicia?"
And usually I just avoid the question and am all like "I DERNT KNER!" (Translation: "I don't know.") (Translate your own phrases into ERMAHGERD-ese here!) But now, at long last, I'm going to tell you what I'm doing, at which point your hopes will either be met or dashed.
In No Particular Order, Here Is What I'm Doing
1. On the writerly front, I'm working on a young adult novel. You heard me! It's too early to give substantial info on this matter, but I will say that it's about a gal, and she's pretty funny, and she has summer theater-related misadventures. Comedy/romance/life lessons ensue!
2. As such, I am trying to convince myself that I think I can I think I can I think I can write a novel. Okay, okay: I've already written one book. But memoir is so different than fiction. Mostly because, like, I knew what happened already when I sat down to write Unnaturally Green. The plot was there for the telling; I just had to figure out the most dramatic and compelling way to tell it. And when I wrote the memoir I was writing as myself, not as a sixteen year-old, which is a whole other bag of chips, sistah! (Do people still say "bag of chips" or has that been relegated to the nineties? I feel it has. Oh well. I just said it.)
3. As for the whole Guide to Being an Actor book I keep mentioning, it has temporarily been put on hiatus (SAD PANDA FACE). The good news is I'm thinking I'll just publish it eventually as a series of blog posts on Five-Trick Pony, and it will have this whole fun sub-page thing, and will exist alongside some other actor resources I've already accumulated, and we will all do a happy dance. In other words, it will be free and accessible and hopefully helpful to you in some small way -- but ALL IN GOOD TIME. (Writing takes TIME. Isn't that annoying?)
4. I've been pursuing the lofty fitness goal of "looking like I can beat you up" and have therefore been lifting heavy weights and doing super barbaric cardio exercises like throwing giant balls against the wall in anger and frustration. Which leads me to...
5. I've been dealing with some kinda-sorta-personal issues that have made me feel like this:
|I am a destroyer of worlds!|
(Be not afeard, fans of Gentle Rambo: it has nothing to do with my love life nor with one Marshall Roy. Our coupledom remains solid -- brimming with romance and dinner dates and red meat and other things.)
Anyway, I feel weirdly close to my readers, so part of me wants to just lay it all down and blog about it (as opposed to writing ambiguous free-verse poetry) but then I'm like...ERM...NER. (Translation: Um...No.)
BUT WHO KNOWS. Maybe what's going down in the present will make a great second memoir in the future. I'll call it: Unnaturally Whack, or something similarly artistic.
6. I've been living in New York City, as always, trying to save money and not spend it all on rent. As such, I've been writing product descriptions for a really cool plus-sized fashion company that lets me make lots of puns and design their email newsletter, in which I make lots of puns. Because shouldn't fashion be a little more whimsical/pun-filled? I think it should. I've been particularly inspired by this great website called ModCloth.com that uses puns (good and bad) with wild abandon for all of their product names. You've got to give them props. (Also, they sell great clothes.)
7. I've been teaching voice lessons both to my regular students and to out-of-towners who want a crash course in sangin'! (Do you want to schedule a lesson with me? Shoot me an email!) Here are some of my super-short singing lessons on YouTube, if you're curious.
8. I've officially been absent from Facebook as "Felicia Ricci" (the person) since January 4, 2012 and it's been extremely liberating! Sure, I still have my Author Page and my Book Page and a Fake Profile for Unnaturally Green in which I post things like "being green is fun because people think one parent is yellow and one parent is blue," but, all told, being Facebook-less has reminded me to maintain actual face-to-face friendships, as opposed to using a mini-feed and timeline to make me feel more popular and/or somehow in touch with world.
But that's just me. Admittedly, I think my true nature is rather hermetic. I've realized my dream dwelling is rather quaint and technology-less -- essentially The Shire from Lord of the Rings in which we all have to duck through little doors to say hello and also nobody wears shoes.
9. What else? In the miscellaneous drawer: I watched the Olympics. They were awesome! (I later had a dream in which Michael Phelps tried to seduce me, and I was like, "No, you're too aquatic." Thoughts? Interpretations? Should I leave that one alone?) Also, I read -- and laughed out loud until I was literally sore in my gut during -- my best friend Rebecca Harrington's novel Penelope (on sale now!). I've also been re-reading Wicked by Gregory Maguire and The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, because those dudes are just geniuses, and nothing inspires me more while writing than reading masterfully crafted books. I've also been YouTubing Tom Hardy because he has extremely large muscles and endearing crooked teeth.
What else? I watched Shark Week on The Discovery Channel! (Shark Week, the Twitter handle, even tweeted at me!) All in all, it was an awesome week -- and my watching was a feat which I consider to be a great personal accomplishment, since as a child I was deathly afraid of even PHOTOS of sharks, let alone Shark Week's various shark-cams and Phantom cams and slo-mo cams that show footage of a shark's mouth while it is feeding/after it is feeding/before it is feeding, of looking out of a shark's mouth into another shark's mouth, of replicas of shark's mouths, except three times the scale (because Shark Week, while awesome, does get sort of redundant, ammiright?).
Anyway, during said week, I came to a realization that feels more and more profound the longer I think about it....
10. I decided that as much as I fear sharks, so do I love them -- particularly the Great White. Conquering my fear of them seems like it's strangely important, like it's a metaphor...for something. But I decided that one of my dreams is to see a Great White out in the wild, possibly off the coast of South Africa where they breach like mother****ing badasses. I imagine our meeting would be very much like the end of Fantastic Mr. Fox -- how the main fox dude (voiced by George Clooney) is both haunted by and obsessed with the Wolf, and then finally he sees his shadowy silhouette in the distance and they share a longing, mutually respectful salute.
That is exactly how I would want it to go down with me and the GW, except the shark would kind of flap its fin as opposed to salute, and I would be really far away in a boat.
(Thusly concludes the post "in which I tell you what I am doing." As always, it's great to stay in touch and hear from all of you, and I'll do my best to provide more regular spurts of information on this blog, as opposed to less timely mini novellas that summarize, in grand terms, the State of Things. But, ah well. We do the best we can, right?)
What are you up to? Post in the comment section below!