We worked the end of the show tonight, as we did last night. I have finally weaned myself from the book for the last scenes. I have seven monologues of mine that are rather flat at this point, that need more levels and colors:

• p. 48: "I don't want him out here..."
• p. 58: "There's nothing down here for me."
• p. 52: bashing the typewriter and the struggling golfers
• p. 49: the old man's teeth
• p. 47: "I'm looking forward to the smell of the night. The bushes. Orange blossoms."
• p. 36: on the phone trying to reach Saul
• p. 38: "Lee, come on, level with me..."

We've run the fight extensively, so it's beginning to become automatic. The very last moments are a big rush, still very violent (as opposed to the standoff described in the stage directions in the script). When I sit down with my yellow pad for notes after that scene (9), I'm printing in big scrawly capitals instead of my usual more compact cursive, because I can't control my handwriting otherwise.

Tomorrow I think I'll figure out what I'm going to wear, since it will probably come out of my closet or off the rack at J. Crew.

posted: 11:06:01 PM