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I prefer my words written.

It lets me have them organised; at least by the time you see them.

If I can’t practice what I’m going to say, I’m a bit scared to say it. Until I hear it, I don’t quite know what it’ll be. Sometimes it’s genius. Sometimes it’s madness. Mostly it’s just inane rambling that I use to deliver my non-verbal cues.

I’m on edge when I have to improvise.

I’ve dabbled in a bit of acting lately, and frankly I like it better than real life. Actually, it feels like a version of my real life that I’m playing on easy mode, because I’m still trying to learn the lines ahead of time, I just don’t have to write the script as I go.

Oh to be given a mark, fed a line, and allowed to utter from memory instead of imagination.

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