I Don't want the World to See Me

At my writing group, we have an annual Character Workshop. You show up as a character you are writing about, and then have to try to stay in character the whole time.

For lack of any an original character, I decided to be Sherlock ;) As we were partnering up to get to know each other, Holly, our organizer, slipped me a note that my services were being hired to solve a crime. A spur of the moment thing that I totally wasn't prepared for lol

We got in a group circle and Holly, my partner and also our therapist for 'Group Therapy', started us off. We each had to introduce our partner to everyone else. While people did the Name, Age, profession list, I kinda slammed my partner, calling her a "middle-aged woman whose competitive streak prompted her to cheat her way through college" and "whose career is on a decline and that I wouldn't trust her to give an accurate diagnosis of any of us". Being an ass was a bit of fun :D

Then we took turns answering questions, in character, while I took notes of who could have been capable of murder. I ended up taking notes on everyone, including the person next to me who kept trying to look at my notes.

So by the end, I went around the table, saying how each person had motive or a reason to kill, but dismissed them all. Holly was the last. She kept having to break character during the meeting, so I diagnosed her with multiple personality disorder, and that she asked more questions than she answered, plus she made everyone drink tea for some odd reason. She wasn't even trying to be a suspect lol.

I hate improv and had reservations about being Sherlock, because my brain doesn't work that way, but this was loads of fun. I had a clicky pen and I kept clicking the Morse Code for S.O.S., but not one seemed to notice my distress lol.

Hiiii

Babble mode, here.

So last Saturday, I was involved in a Readers' Theater. One of the people in my writing critique group had written a play and wanted some of us to be in it. He nabbed me right away, despite my protests that 'I am shy, no one can hear me talk, and my face likes to turn colors when too many people are looking at me.'
The play was called Judgment at Hope Creek. My part was Cleo Starfish, a young indian woman whose white 'boyfriend' was knocked unconscious, robbed, and Cleo was raped. Things aren't as they first appeared when a trial is set up and people start to get to the bottom of things. It was actually really fun to do. 10-person cast. We rehearsed it twice only (since we were just reading it out loud and had the script in front of us).
I brought my camcorder and set it up to record. Now I just need to convert it to avi and mp3, and make some copies for people in the cast.
After, we were all talking and joking around, and Cricket, who is a bit of a joker and likes to be a fun pain in the ass, announced it was snowing. It was more of a shock that he was telling the truth! Tiny little flakes.
I left shortly after and when I got on the freeway, I could barely see the snow. I went an extra exit than I normally do to avoid a hill that might be icy. By the time I was taking the exit, the snowflakes were as big as quarters and it was like a blizzard. Which makes me happy...I love snow...even if I have to drive 15mph in order to sorta see the road.

Some of the snow is still here. Temperatures have been really low. Right now it is about 14 degrees. Barley got to 30.

The fountain in front of the library has frozen and large icicles hanging from it. So cool looking :D

Guess that is the biggest update lol *thinks*

Katrina, one of our two ringleaders, posted a blog entry about Friday night. Included there is a YT vid of her character monologue that I uploaded for her:
Check it out!