I've been thinking a lot, lately. (It's a dangerous business, don'tcha know.) As an actress, I'm my own worst critic, and even as we opened The 39 Steps this week, I keep thinking, I'm a fraud, I'm no good, why do I even bother..etc. Then, I saw a quote that one of my TRULY artistic friends found.

"If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends), 'Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?' chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death." - Steven Pressfield

Well, there you have it. That's me. Scared to death.

So in light of all my fear and insecurity, I found a list of what not to do as an artist.
What NOT to do. )

That's it. A must read for all the writers, photographers, artists, actors and other creative types out there. Keep on!
In light of my twenty year high school reunion this weekend (*cough cough choke*), I'm feeling like pontificating and sharing a little life wisdom with you folks. At the ripe old age of thirty-eight, I feel like I have some things I need to get out there. Odd bits of knowledge. Suggestions for being fabulous. Instructions to make your life easier. Advice for the girl (or boy as the case may apply) on the go.

After this post, I'm going back to being thirty-one, though. Everyone please remember that. Thank you. Are you ready? Here we go!

Guidelines for a Pretty Awesome Way to Live

... )
.....Aaaand that's it. I just really thought that some of this needed to be said. Take it with a grain of salt, hide me on Facebook, print it out and put it on your fridge, or remove me from your Google reader. Do what's right for you.

I shall now go back to being the bad example you've all come to know and love.

Have a great weekend!

~Carrie Leigh
persephone33: (coffee for breakfast)
( Nov. 21st, 2010 12:48 pm)
As I'm being currently entertained by my handsome husband playing the Nazi Zombies feature on the new X-Box 360 Black Ops game ("Stupid, goosestepping,Nazi Zombie, jackwagon pieces of crap!"), I thought I'd make a departure for looking up how to beat the silly game online for him and post something of substance.

Because among all the frivolity, a little substance must lie, right?

Or something.

Anyway, this is the time of year when the commercials and advertisements as a whole really step up their game and the tide of peace and goodwill overwhelms me. The result is that my normally misanthropic nature turns into a puddle of goo, and I'm forced to reach outside my nature and love my fellow man.

Or something.

I love to post a livejournal holiday wish list and fill wishes on others, but this year I'm thinking outside the scope of the internet. You've seen those pay it forward ads, right? Or you at least saw the movie, or at the very least understand the concept? I'm all about that. And I don't mind it starting with me, you know? Karma, baby!

Things you can do to start making the world a nicer place:

Pay it forward! )

Little things make a big difference. And a kind word means a lot.
persephone33: (Blah blah blah blahologist)
( Aug. 25th, 2010 12:58 pm)
As a writer, an actress, an artist and a fellow human being, I receive at least a rudimentary form of criticism for everything I do. Whether it's a review for one of my stories, someone who doesn't buy one of my bags, a raised eyebrow at one of my watercolors, or not getting cast when I audition, being criticized is tough.

I'm going to tell you a secret. I don't handle criticism well.

At all. Even a little.

What I do normally is call my mom and bitch about it, or throw a hissy fit, or vent for a while, and then I feel better, but there may be healthier ways to deal. (Not that those don't have their place, because they do. Certainly.

As an adult, a grown woman, and a recovering bitch, I've learned a few things about accepting criticism graciously. Or at least with a minimum of bloodshed.

6 ways to deal... )

Now I just have to practice what I preach. Harder said than done. :)
I've had a crappy week. I mean, CRAPPY. Like you read about. Viewings and funerals and emotional conversations and nightmares and meetings and missing meetings and sleep deprivation and talking to my hospitalized grandmother on her birthday was all topped off by the kicker, being told I was going TO WEAR A SWIMSUIT in the show, trying on said swimsuit, pleading for a sarong, and I'm pretty sure annoying the hell out of the costumer.

Which breaks the one of the cardinal rules of theatre - Don't piss off the costumer. Or the stage manager.

You'd think it would be something like, 'Don't forget your lines," but oddly enough, this isn't the case. ;)

The swimsuit, of course, led to a spiral of self loathing and cellulite-hating. Even though I'm on the HGC diet and spend an hour a day on the elliptical, (there is only so much one girl can do when it's this far gone) I'm still feeling generally fat and ugly and wondering if even auditioning was a bad idea. (Leaning toward HELL, yes.) I haven't burst into tears or anything, but I've considered fashioning a homemade cellulite-sucking device. I won't lie.

But let's face it, I'm crap with power tools, so doing the best I can with what I've got is going to have to do.

Now onto something more constructive: Having gone to more funerals than I ever thought I would in the past few months, I morbidly present to you some:
Guidelines Rules That Will Not Be Broken When I Die or I Will Haunt You All

Oddball: ...Always with the negative waves. Why can't you say something beautiful and uplifting for a change? Moriarty: Crap! )

Alright, I think that's it. It's enough rules and griping for a Thursday morning, in any case.

And a zillion points to anyone who can tell me the title of the movie without googling the LJ cut!

Have a cellulite free day,

Carrie Leigh
I am continually amazed and appalled by the manners (table and otherwise) of people around me. Not just children, mind, but adults. ADULTS. Grown-up people who have been in society enough to observe the niceties around them, and yet fail to do so. In the hopes that one or more (or all) of them stumble across this humble little blog, I'd like to enumerate a few of the rules of good manners.

Being a lady is about being kind. It is also about choosing to believe the best in others and yourself.  )
persephone33: (bad example)
( May. 12th, 2010 09:26 am)
I ran across these pictures that might be from the late fifties, perhaps the early sixties? I was amazed at how dead on the advice was. I've added a bit of my own as well, so all you single girls, or you married gals looking to trade up (har dee har), here's some sage advice from Carrie.
Read the captions carefully! )

So that's it!  Hope this helps all you single girls out there!  And maybe a few of you married girls!  Happy dating!

**The only real piece of advice in this whole post.  And it's the God's honest truth, y'all.
And found the first issue of National Geographic Kids subscription that Aaron got for his birthday.

In my own mailbox. Mocking me. )
I actually didn't see it until we got home, and I saw Ethan sneak something to Aaron behind his back. Never a good sign.

Me. What have you got?

Aaron. Nothing, mom.

Me. Ethan, what did you give him?!

Ethan. Trust me mom, you don't want to know.

Me. (uses 'mom' voice) Give. It. To. Me.

( the 'mom' voice is irrefutable, so they had no choice but to hand it over. Which they did.)

Me. (screams, shouts, growls, mild, child-appropriate swears)

Aaron. Why don't you like dolphins again, Mom?

Me. Uh... I'll tell you when you're older.

As far as other things going on in and about fandom, I'll say that I'm too angry, too upset and too disappointed in so many things that I really don't want to talk to most anyone about anything. When I'm completely calm, I'll revisit the situation. Maybe. If I feel like it, and if I still feel as if the people involved are worth the time and energy needed to post.

I still say: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
persephone33: (Choose your weapon cooking)
( Mar. 21st, 2009 06:55 pm)
I started to write a post that was whiny and self indulgent, but I deleted it in one fell swoop.  That's the good thing about computers.  Nothing to wad up, no paper wasted, just highlight and CLICK, and it's gone.  And I try to live by the axiom, 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.'  That's fricking hard, sometimes.

In lieu of being Mopey McMoperson, I'll enlist your help.  My college roommate is coming to visit Monday evening for dinner and bringing along her family.  I've been looking at recipes, and wondering what to make while they're here. So if you had the below to choose from, or wanted to see a "Cooking with Carrie How-To," which would you want?  You can choose more than one.  ;)

Mushroom Casserole

Chocolate Peanut Butter Dream Bars

Roast Pork Loin with Garlic and Rosemary

Salmon Burgers with Lemon-Herb Sauce

Lemon Tart

Coffee Caramel Creme Brulee

Herb Roasted Lamb Chops

Cheesy Chicken and Mushroom Lasagna

Milk Chocolate Malted Ice Cream

Who's hungry?  My goodness.  I'm about to go raid the cupboards, I think.
persephone33: (sarcasm)
( Oct. 4th, 2008 02:02 pm)
Can I just say how much I don't like ungrateful employees? How dare we have a picnic for you! We are such horrible employers. Musdt be an awful strain having luch, dessert, and games provided for you and your family.

If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

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( Sep. 15th, 2008 03:08 pm)
The Worst Thing That Happened To Me Today
A novella by
While putting sacks in the back of my Sequoia, I dropped a jar of specialty olives in the parking lot at the grocery store.

The End

Everything's alright.  :)  It just goes to show that what Thumper's mom advised still holds true.  If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

Funerals tend to put things in perspective.

I have observed:

That people may not be all you think they are.  Chances are, you get to see a tiny sliver of someone's life, and don't have the full picture.  Don't judge too harshly.

There aren't enough second chances.  If you want to say, "I love you," or "I'm sorry," or anything else; seize the day.

You have an impact, as a person, that you may not know you have.  Everything you say and do leaves an imprint, bad or good, on someone else.  Do your best.  Be your best.  The consequences are far reaching.

Conversely, a person shouldn't be measured by what they do for a living.  Or even their hobbies, but WHO they are.

Think about the people that you call relatives.  Do you know them?  Really know them?  When was the last time you made an effort to?

Go tell someone you love them.  Pick up the phone, or cross the room, and tell them.
"Sometimes it's difficult to be alive, you know? Just to try to function.  There are all these people to deal with.  I used to find it difficult to leave the house because of them.  People, I mean."   - Laughing Wild, by Christopher Durang

That line's been running through my head on a loop for the last week. It was from a monologue cutting I did for a scholarship audition, years ago.  It's funny how these thing com back at weird times.

Random thoughts:

*My attention to detail is not good.  This used to bother me, but it simply does not anymore.  If you have to fix my mistakes, try to do so without making me feel stupid.  Or talking to me about it at all.  And I'll do the same for you.

*Conflict cripples me.  I cannot function in the midst of a fight.  My instinct is to withdraw.  The fact that I say nothing does not mean that I agree or disagree, for that matter.

*Because I choose to be silent does not, in fact, make me weak.  I think to refrain from speaking is one of the hardest things in the world to do.

*I love Lego Star Wars with every fiber of my being.  That game has united my children, forcing them to WORK TOGETHER.  The planets must've aligned just right.  I don't understand why Indiana Jones shows up, but I love it all the same.

*blueberry muffins soothe a lot of pain.

*I'm grateful for friends.

*one of my favorite things is going for a walk with my dog.  She's so excited.  And joyful while we're out.  And grateful.  Of course, she's grateful to get back on the couch when we get back, as well.

*I love writing.  I'd become disillusioned with it in the past three years or so, but my love for it is back.  I'm inspired.  So YAY.

* And because I can, and really enjoyed this the last time I did it::

For the first five people that reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD, or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 30 days or fewer. (Or as long as it takes.:)) The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first five to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LiveJournal - cause it's fun to give people stuff. (Please read all the comments because I'll be replying to people, and this will make my comment numbers jump up.)  

If I don't already have your address, (and why not?  I'm not a stalker!) you can send it to persephone3333@gmail.com.  :)
Okay.  Just a little whining.

*I missed Aaron's awards assembly.  I missed him going across the stage by like FOUR kids.  Am a bad Mommy.  Am sure he'd spend years and thousands of dollars in therapy if I were to actually tell him. 

*Have horrific pain.  Will not go into it.  Is bad enough that I've hopped myself up on Advil.

Done whining.  On to other things.

*Did see Ethan's assembly.  He had like a billion AR points.  I guess FORCING him to read every day after school for 30 minutes paid off.  Hurrah.

*Archived a million (I'm all about hyperbole today) Cormac/Pansy scenes in [profile] magical_whimsy.  Celeste and I decided that we needed a place for all of the C/P goodness.  And the stuff that will continue!  So yay for that.  I'm still archiving, so if you friend us, beware that your f-list will be spammed.  I haven't even got to the Michael/Padma yet.  And I believe that I credited everyone properly.  If I haven't, I will.  Give me time.  :)

Other other things...

I cannot please even half the people half the time.  Point in fact.  I am but one little woman, and I can't do it.  All the people will never be happy.  It's in my nature to make people happy, honestly.  I really LIKE making people happy.  I do.  (Some people more than others, frankly.) But sometimes, it's not in the cards, you know? There are days when life sucks, and there are days when it doesn't, and you cowboy the heck up and roll with the punches.  If you don't like what I'm doing, say something.  I might do something about it. 

But then again, in the immortal words of The Rolling Stones, "You can't always get what you want." 

Mick Jagger.  What a poet.
persephone33: (Default)
( Nov. 28th, 2007 08:46 am)
That's what the cast and crew calls A Christmas Carol.  I think an altogether different 'CF' would be more appropriate. 

I finished all of the costumes, done, bizzarely enough, while writing scenes with [personal profile] seegrimand [personal profile] mynuet.  If you know the show, It's Jacob Marley's Link By Link number, where eight ghosts essentially torture the crap out of Scrooge.  The ghosts look scary and all of the costumes I made fit...  well enough, anyway.

However, for those of you that don't know, there are unwritten rules in the theatre, for actors.  And I'm not talking about the no-brainer stuff, like 'memorize your lines and don't bump into the furniture,' or even the stupid superstitions, like you don't bring an umbrella in and open it up onstage,  and you don't say the name of Shakepeare's Scottish play (even though I don't, and certain people on my f-list like to go all capslock-y with it),  and you never, ever say 'good luck,' but  'Merde,' or 'break a leg' (which is, incedentally, [personal profile] elle_blessing, what I want to say to you before all your games, but I fear that wouldn't be the same in sports).
The unwritten rule that I'm talking about is none of those.  Here it is, a little free advice for those of you that care:

Rule # 1 for actors in theatre:  Don't piss off the costumer.

For the costumer is a bitch.  She's mean and vindictive.  If you piss her off, she's likely to go find the most unflattering color she can, in the hottest, scratchiest of wools, and drape it all over you, telling you all the while how FABULOUS you look.

That said, let me tell you about the little toerag that pissed me off. First of all, he can't remember my name, and instead of being kind about it, and saying, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" he can't be bothered.  This was actually the way it went.

There's actually more of Toerag and his evils, but I have neither the time nor the energy to type it up.  And he's lucky he didn't really hack me off before I constructed his stuff.  Ohhhhh, yes.  He's lucky.

 Tired of feeling moody and cranky and generally recalcitrant?

Try Carrie's sure-fire "Make You Feel Better" Trifecta:

1.  Pedicure/Manicure - what's not to love about pretty feet?  Seriously, these are worth the cash.  Skip lunch, and go have one.  You will not regret it.

2.  A Diet Coke (or your soda of choice) from Sonic Drive In.  Crunching the ice is therapeutic.  And, if it's not to weird for you, you can pretend that it's the bones of all the people that piss you off.  (Oh, my.  My dark side is showing.  Sorry, Mother.)  And if you don't have a Sonic near you, I am terribly sorry.  The ice is really first rate.

3.  Retail Therapy - I bought myself some nail polish, a candle, a new shower curtain and a tablecloth.  Good times.

I also did a little writing with

[personal profile] seegrim, that always cheers me considerably, I wrote some more of Chapter 5 of Marrying Pansy Parkinson, and sent the first package for this meme.  [personal profile] goddessvicky should get her box of goodies on Halloween!  Yay.

And happy birthday wishes to [profile] ladyendymion.  I hope everything is well for you and your family, and that your birthday is fabulous!
persephone33: (hermione thinks you are a moron)
( Oct. 3rd, 2007 11:52 am)

When I walk into the dark theatre from my playwrighting class to catch my two theatre rats onstage; Ethan is singing Queen's We are the Champions into the ghost light, and Aaron is playing air guitar.  My heavens, I love them.  And AJ plays a wicked air guitar.

And a little piece of advice?  Here, it's free:  "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."  -Thumper's Mom.  Classic.  


"Don't be a pain in the butt just to be a pain in the butt." - Carrie.  Also a classic.



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