- Slow wit. This was something I’d hoped to address through taking an improv class, but you can’t work miracles in eight weeks. Unfortunately, I don’t know if this is something that can develop over time, or if I’m just stuck with a slow brain.
- Inexperience. Some things, like gifting information, will become easier as I do them more and more. Neural connections will be established; synapses will get used to firing in new ways; patterns will be recognized more easily.
- Lack of attention. Generally, in life, I tend zone out every 45 seconds or so— laser focus has never really been my thing— and I can’t DO that in improv. EVERYTHING is important.
- Staying in the moment. I break character wayyyyy too often.
- My “mind’s eye” needs work. My partner is doing object work, what? If I can’t figure out what the hell he’s doing (see “slow wit”), I ignore it. [cue WRONG BUZZER.]
- Fear. Stage fright has never been a huge problem for me, and I’m pretty comfortable with public speaking. I know what I got up there to do, and I’m mentally in an okay space. With improv, though… I don’t know what I’m doing up there. I go blank. Deer in the headlights. Even without the pressure of an audience, I avoid initiating because I rarely have ideas. Do I rarely have ideas because I’m uncreative, or because fear (of failure, of looking dumb in front of my classmates, of initiating a scene that can’t go anywhere) is paralyzing me? I hope it’s the latter. Fear seems conquerable. Uncreativity doesn’t.