The first time I ever wore make-up that wasn’t for a theatrical show, I was twenty. Theatre still had plenty to do with it. You see, I was taking the Drama department tech class. Among the many subjects the course covered — lighting theory and practice, how to use a sewing…
I’ve got nothing exciting to talk about this week because my brain is fried. Why, you might ask? Because acting will do that to ya. Don’t worry, your brain is in no permanent danger if you come to see Terry Pratchett’s Wyrd Sisters (Toronto, Red Sandcastle Theatre). But your funny bone might…
Since I was a little girl, strangers have had trouble identifying my gender. I’m OK with that, mostly. I understand that it’s a result of the androgynous style I generally favour, of my body type and way of presenting it. Occasionally getting called “sir” by salespeople and even getting weird…
Coffee’s for closers (warning: bad language in linked video), and libraries are for last-pagers. You heard me.
Whenever you mention to someone that you’re writing a novel or script or short story, among the first questions is the inevitable “What’s it about?” I hate trying to answer this question.