My jitters and heart palpitations for today’s costume fitting was a bad omen for what the jitters and heart palpitations would be like in 24 hours.
Actor 1. He stands before a camera in a room that usually serves as a conference room. A condescending casting director who is really just a bitter, failed actor sits on the other side of a long plastic table. Headshots, resumes, lunch wrappers, and various office supplies are splayed out before the casting director. He’s…
I have no idea what to write about this week, you guys. I’m sorry. But rather than give you nothing, I’m going to produce a little shitty something for you. Perhaps by the end of it, you’ll have discovered that sometimes nothing is better than something. By the end, you may wish to unsubscribe (full…
I’ve been working ever since I was 12. I’d love to claim that I was a child-star-turned-serious-adult-actor-a-la-Neil-Patrick-Harris, but “work” means something different here. Since age 12, I’ve held down a day job (oftentimes it was multiple day jobs). Here are a few ways that I’ve scraped together an income over the years: receptionist, dog walker,…
Earlier this year I was in a movie called Love, Simon. I was in two little baby scenes. It was maybe 8 seconds of screen time (if I’m being generous) but I said some words and you saw my face. My fully-3-dimensional-actualized-developed-wholly-human character’s name was ‘Math Teacher’ although I called him Chuck. When the movie…
“Aaaaaahhhhh!!! I fucking hate this fucking bitch!!” Sofia screamed at the tippy top of her lungs. Screaming had become the preferred mode of expression inside our North Hollywood apartment. Okay, technically it was a ‘Valley Village’ apartment but I tell people ‘North Hollywood.’ That’s only if they’ve never been to Los Angeles. If they have, then…
I really had to dig deep to find a writing topic this week. Some may call it “writer’s block.” I simply call it “empty brain.” For the last two weeks or so I’ve been struggling with empty brain. It truly feels like there’s nothing inside my head except Crossfit, my next meal, and this one…
A few days ago I was asked to watch someone’s dog over the holiday. This is a request that is often asked of me. At least 6 to 8 times a year, I have a friend or acquaintance or friend-of-a-friend or friend-of-my-mom ask me to watch their house, dog, dogs, cat, cats, fish, or plants…
I live for fantasy. Not like “ogres, fairies, and dragons” fantasy (although I can get into that too, LOTR anybody?) but the fantasy that I create in the vast and frightening world that is my brain. For as long as I can remember I’ve straddled the make-believe world in my head and the real world….
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