editor's note: going to bed at a good hour is only really productive if one actually falls asleep around that time. after lying on my bed for over an hour, i'm here, blogging instead.
then sound came. people no longer wanted silent physical comedy, but verbal gags and flashy song and dance numbers. now, in the morning i sleep alone, getting up every day just in time to be seven minutes late to class. some days i come home in the evening enough to eat, then i'm back at school until midnight or later. i'm a side act, a supporting character. i ask questions instead of provide answers.
it takes time. transitions always do. and i'm inertial. i move slowly, establish security and identity gradually, but with permanence and depth.
ok. patience. mr. demille, i'm ready for my close-up....