It Might Take Me A Thousand Years…

acting, doctor who, Music

I’ve been thinking about dreams lately and the power of goals. With the beginning of a new year comes a sense of refreshing and a clean slate. Of course, in reality every second is a clean slate, but it does help to have an exact date to put another year behind me.

You may know my particular dream goal by now, but I’ll reiterate:

I want to play a female Doctor in the BBC Doctor Who series, possibly the first ever if I’m clever about it.

I was expecting a chorus of negativity and disbelief when I first swallowed my fears and began telling the world what my dream was, but the result was quite surprising. People were encouraging. The most common response I receive is “that’s a fantastic goal, you’d make a great female Doctor!” In fact, people tend to believe passionately in my dream more than I do!

And the great thing about now having my crazy ambitions in the open and actively following them, is that I feel so at peace with myself. The challenges are still challenges, but they feel more like opportunities to step closer to my dream and strengthen my resolve, whereas before there was that uncomfortable burning feeling in my gut that I wasn’t being true to my deepest passion and putting myself through hell regardless.

Now, I know precisely how ambitious a goal this is. For one thing, I’ve read the mass of uproar against the possibility of a female Doctor. People were furious that there was even, most recently, a female regeneration of a previously male Time Lord, leaving the possibility for the shows title character to do the same. I’m also only too aware that, living in Australia, it is far more difficult for me to infiltrate the UK television industry and the BBC. But that won’t stop me. I’m in this for the long haul, and the beginning of every new year is another chance for me to look back and see how far I’ve come, regardless of whether I’m shaking hands with Steven Moffat or not.

Speaking of years, here’s another cello loop pedal cover I’ve been playing with:

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

 

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Challenges and Beauty

Music

I am sitting in a small hotel room in Downtown Los Angeles awaiting the beginning of what I’ve been preparing for since March: The World Championship of Performing Arts. It has not been an easy journey to get here, though I feel incredibly fortunate to have been offered this opportunity.

If you don’t know what the World Championship of Performing Arts is (I didn’t when I first auditioned), here is a link to their website

Most of Team Australia arrived early so that we could adjust to the new timezone (Australia is fifteen hours ahead of Los Angeles) and, of course, experience Los Angeles attractions such as Universal Studios and Disneyland.

Here I come to my first challenge; I arrived even earlier still in order to visit long lost family in North Carolina. Being an infrequent traveller and the owner of only one debit card, I didn’t think to organise any backup form of accessing money. Of course, knowing this, a particularly malevolent ATM machine at the airport decided to eat my card. Fortunately for me, my family looked after me and I was eventually able to receive some emergency money, but if anything else were to go wrong once I was away from my US family and require finances I would be in a little bit of a pickle…

…and so, the day after we visited Universal Studios, what did I do? I danced around outside the hotel, fell over and badly injured my ankle. Putting aside the fact that I’m supposed to be dancing, singing, playing cello and acting – all of which require a healthy ankle to be done to the best of my ability – I was supposed to be going to Disneyland in the morning! I should have gone to a Doctor, probably. But Disneyland! My beautiful friend offered to spend the entire day pushing me from ride to ride in a wheelchair. Despite the tough physical exertion (Disneyland has a surprising amount of hills), we both had an amazing time and I honestly believe it helped me much more than a Doctor could have. Whatever I’ve done to my ankle, at worst it’s a ligament tear and all I can do is rest and wait anyway.

The following day I resolved that I would go to a Doctor, but I couldn’t find somewhere that would work with my travel insurance, so I ended up going to hire a cello instead as I need one for the competition and, again, the emotional relief it brought me was incredible. As it happens, I have torn a ligament in that exact same ankle before and I can’t afford treatment here (see above credit card fiasco) anyway. My lovely teammates – go Team Australia! – have been helping me get around and even found me some crutches!

Which brings me back to the beginning: registration is in three hours. What am I going to do? I’m going to wrap my injured foot in lights and learn how to perform with my injury. At the end of the day, things go awry for everyone all the time and it isn’t helpful to dwell in the negative. I have accepted that it sucks, that it’s painful and limiting and I am now focusing on how I can use it for good. What can I learn from this? I am certainly learning the kindness of others towards someone in distress, how to perform simple tasks without falling over and, most importantly, how to turn something terrible into something beautiful.

The Medallion Calls – Cello Loop Pedal Improvisation

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I realised that if I took the chord progression from the main theme, I could loop it and create another Pirates of the Caribbean cello loop video! I also remembered that I own a Jack Sparrow costume of sorts and couldn’t resist dressing up, because why would you not dress up as Captain Jack Sparrow whilst playing cello? Unfortunately, I didn’t foresee the slight issue of my beads tapping against the side of my cello, but in my opinion it was worth it.

Mr Willerby vs Ms Hood – A Comedy

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I wrote this years ago and thought someone out there might enjoy it, so without further ado:

 

MR WILLERBY VS MS HOOD

 

Dear Mr. Willerby, 

It has come to my attention that your border collie has been digging up my garden and soiling my lawn. This is most unpleasant for me as I am a working woman and hardly have the time to clean up after my cat, let alone your dog.

I request that you keep your dog within your property or on a leash at all times to avoid a reoccurrence of this most distasteful incident. Thank you in advance for taking such measures to ensure the stability and tranquillity of this neighbourhood.

Warm regards,

Ms. Hood

 

Dear Ms. Hood,

I apologise for the erratic behaviour of my dog, but you have no right to command me to tie up my poor Binky all day long solely to avoid a bit of dirt out of place in your garden. It is only natural for a dog to dig up a little dirt now and then, and dogs need exercise.

In case you haven’t noticed, I have a job too and don’t have the time to take Binky out for walks as often as I’d like to, so I leave him untied now and again. I humbly suggest that perhaps you should invest in a fence as an alternative to allow Binky his freedom and exercise. 

Thank you in advance for taking such measures to ensure the sanity and wellbeing of the animals in this neighbourhood.

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Willerby

 

Mr. Willerby,

You are completely out of your mind if you think that I am going to spend all my hard-earned savings on a fence just to stop your dog from destroying my garden which I have painstakingly planted and watered with my own hands. What kind of a name is ‘Binky’ anyway?

I humbly instruct you to keep your dog off of my property or I will have to tie him up myself. Perhaps you yourself could invest in a fence?

Sincerely,

Ms. Hood

 

 Ms. Hood,

You are completely insane if you think that I would purposely subject my dog to such torture as to let you tie him up. You obviously have no idea as to the nature of the canine species. 

As to the fence, if you knew me well enough, which you don’t, you would realise that I am not earning nearly enough money to build a decent doghouse, not to mention a fence. I am sorry that Binky has taken such a liking to your garden, but that’s life and I’m afraid that you’re going to have to get used to it.

Mr. Willerby

 

Dear Mr. Stubborn idiot,

How dare you tell me to ‘get used to it’! If you thought for one second that I am going to let some dog-loving delinquent force life idioms upon me, then you’ve got another thing coming. 

This is your last chance: keep that flea-ridden pest off my property or I will have no choice but to chop his legs off with my small, but extremely effective chainsaw.

I’m warning you that I am not the kind of person to go back on their word…

From you know who

  

Dear cat-loving psycho-woman, 

If you so much as breathe on my dog I will tie your cat to my washing line. That’ll give Binky some exercise. 

From your worst nightmare if you cross me

 

Dear retarded freakazoid,

I have now sprayed copious amounts of pesticide on my garden to ward off possums and other feral animals that destroy my garden. Your move.

From the winner

 

Dear at-risk-of-cancer soulless inflictor of pain,

Binky had his stomach pumped. Your cat isn’t coming home for dinner.

From the arbiter of justice

 

Dear pimple-bum bastard,

If Mr. Waffles isn’t back tomorrow I will call the police…and this time ‘Binky’ will suffer more than a stomach pumping…

From the angel of death

 

Dear owner of the shaved blue cat,

He’s all yours. Don’t touch my dog.

From the exterior decorator

 

Dear surprisingly artistic but nonetheless sadistic moron, 

Alright, I have a proposition for you. We each pay half for the fence, then Binky can run free and I can eat my vegetables without fear of free salad dressing. And why won’t the blue come out? 

Sincerely, 

The mediator

  

Dear mediocre mediator,

I accept on the condition that you give Binky more room on his side of the fence. The dye is long-lasting. It’s a fashion statement.

Regards,

The fashion critic

 

Dear crappy critic, 

It’s a deal. Dinner Tuesday? You can taste the vegetables for yourself.

Robyn

 

Dear hooded vigilante,

I’ll bring dessert (and yes I’ll leave Binky tied up).

Timothy

 

Help Lore Represent Australia in Hollywood

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Help Lore Represent Australia in Hollywood

MY BIG YEAR:

I knew this year would be a big one when my now fiance proposed last December (we’ve set our date for March 19, 2015), but it hasn’t just stopped there, oh no! I decided to follow my dreams, which means acting, composing and playing music professionally…and playing a female Doctor in Doctor Who someday. Yep, I’m a crazy one. But it would seem the universe intended me to be so, because less than a month after I dedicated myself to this pursuit, I got an email saying I’d been successful in auditioning for Team Australia in the World Championship of Performing Arts!

All the information is on my crowd funding page, but basically this is the equivalent of the Olympics for performing artists and a huge career opportunity for me, if I can afford the exorbitant amounts of money involved in competing…that’s where this amazing global community comes in. As previously mentioned, I have a wedding and subsequently also moving out to afford, so I need all the help I can get! No matter what happens, I am going to compete and do my best with the hope of winning a scholarship to study acting, making valuable contacts and/or finding work, but it’ll be a heck of a lot easier if I have some funding on my side!

I’m only at the start of this incredible journey and I’m so very grateful for this opportunity. I’m taking singing and acting lessons and practising hard. I believe that anything is possible; it took the universe the same amount of energy to create me and you than it did to create Benjamin Franklin and Johnny Depp…we are as great as the greatest, but no better than the rest. Let’s see where it takes us!