I'm enjoying two straight days of getting fancy to stay up all night and hang out, schmooze, and take pictures with friends. I feel like a social butterfly! (Instead of my usual jeans and toe socks on the couch with my laptop butterfly.)
Last night was the wedding of two dear friends and former castmates from the hereandnow theatre company. It was a fabulous evening in Pasadena, highlighted by the dancing of La Marcha (a Southwest wedding tradition), tunes spun by DJ Shy, and sexy handsome members of the Air Force Honor Guard.
I had a great time, though this will teach me to check the pics in my digital camera before I leave the event:
My only picture with the happy couple! Boo...
Tonight I'll be heading to the annual CAPE Gala at Union Station. Last year's event was swanky to the max and this year's event will surely be no different. Look for my tweets!
Back to your regularly scheduled stressing on Sunday...
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
My Marathon Writing Days
Spent the entire day at The Writer’s Junction working on my pilot outline today. My favorite place to write! I love having a full day with no distractions to just swim in the creative pool that is my mind. That sounded cheesy, but it’s true.
Christopher used a free day pass to join me in my writing marathon. This is roughly how our day looked.
Christopher used a free day pass to join me in my writing marathon. This is roughly how our day looked.
- 10:00 am – Christopher arrived and got a grand tour while I made some green tea and gave to my colleague Grace Lee's IndieGoGo campaign for her documentary American Revolutionary. Also read Nellie Andreeva’s analysis of this year’s TV pitch buying season. 33 put pilot commitments? Wow. We talked trash about Brett Ratner while setting up our computers.
- 10:30 am – Writing commenced!
- 11:30 am – Left Christopher clacking away at his keyboard for a notes call with my executive producer. Very positive notes – several things to think about and fix, but all doable. Whew!
- 12:00 pm – Printed out the three pages of notes I’d typed up during the call and started addressing them one by one. Christopher continued clacking.
- 1:00 pm – Free lunch at Wurstküche, courtesy of this deal from ScoutMob. At least the sausages were free – with Belgian fries and a spiced apple cider, it was still almost $10. Very cool space on Lincoln Blvd in Venice – the former location of the LA Supper Club, where I attended my first Moth show!
- 2:30 pm – After a working lunch spent talking about what our respective characters WANT, we returned to writing, writing, writing.
- 4:00 pm – Broke out the giant bag of candy corn to get through the food coma.
- 4:30 pm – Succumbed to food coma and slept for 10 minutes. Woke up totally refreshed – catnapping is my super power!
- 5:45 pm – Finished implementing all three pages of notes and felt great. Sent the revised outline off to a few writer friends to read, including Christopher. He sent me what he’d written that day.
- 5:55 pm – What? Christopher wrote 36 script pages in a day! Started feeling not so great about my 14 pages. I dove in to reading…
- 6:30 pm – Takeout from Fritto Misto for a dinner break with last week’s Parks and Recreation. One of our favorite shows with some of our favorite characters. Discussed the brilliance of Tom Haverford.
- 7:30 pm – Exchanged notes on what we’d written. Christopher’s pages were amazing – what a knack for dialogue! You are all going to want to watch his show when it’s on – trust me.
- 8:30 pm – My turn. Another awesome writer
at The Writer’s Junction stopped by to give me notes as well. They threw me a million questions about all the things that were unclear. I had meant the answers to be clear, but obviously they didn’t come across. Simply put, I have a lot of work to do. Sigh – another day, another insight into how to make my outline better. Thanks to Christopher and Jack for taking the time to read it!
- 11:00 pm – Before we knew it, it was time to go home. That’s a wrap on another marathon day!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Saving My Cyborg Attachment
Though I’ve never been one to give human names to inanimate objects, such as my car or mobile phone, I have been known to harbor strong feelings for my technological companions.
Take my laptop, for instance. My Dell Latitude D630. This girl has been with me through thick and thin – from the Knight Rider writer’s room to Honolulu, Hawaii and back. She’s trustworthy, sturdy, and reliable. I love her.
But lately she’s been running a little slow at times and overheating more than usual. I bought her in 2008 – she’s on her second battery and has certainly lived a valiant life, but I know she has more to give.
So tomorrow, she’s undergoing a little surgery. Nothing too complex – just a thorough internal cleaning with the help of some eHow directions and the tools below. I’m sure there are more potato chip crumbs inside than I’d like to admit.
Please send her thoughts of health and wholeness – it’s not her time yet!
Take my laptop, for instance. My Dell Latitude D630. This girl has been with me through thick and thin – from the Knight Rider writer’s room to Honolulu, Hawaii and back. She’s trustworthy, sturdy, and reliable. I love her.
But lately she’s been running a little slow at times and overheating more than usual. I bought her in 2008 – she’s on her second battery and has certainly lived a valiant life, but I know she has more to give.
So tomorrow, she’s undergoing a little surgery. Nothing too complex – just a thorough internal cleaning with the help of some eHow directions and the tools below. I’m sure there are more potato chip crumbs inside than I’d like to admit.
Please send her thoughts of health and wholeness – it’s not her time yet!
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Commercial Callback! (Or The Anatomy of a Disaster. You Decide.)
Callbacks are always heightened situations. You’re that much closer to getting the job and the win is palpable – fun day on set, big payday, and national exposure.
All these thoughts and more were running through my head as I drove to my Dunkin Donuts callback this morning. The thought of having my face associated with one of my most favorite brands ever was especially exciting. (Did I mention how much I love Dunkin Donuts?!)
Simply put, I wanted this. Bad. That should have been warning sign #1 for me.
I walked in to 200 S. La Brea to find a much smaller crowd of actors hovering around the sign-in sheet, which had "Callbacks – Day1" written across the top. My nerves took another leap as a line from A Chorus Line jumped into my head – "I hope I get it! How many people does he neeeed?" Warning sign #2.
The casting director gave everyone an explanation. Same deal as the first audition – standing in line holding a jar of coins – except this time we’d then be walking up one by one and dumping our imaginary coins onto the counter.
Then he gave a pre-emptive note to everyone – "Don’t act!" Not an altogether unfamiliar note in the commercial world, which is moving increasingly toward real people, real people, real people. "Seriously, don’t act," he said again. "Don’t do anything. Just stand there."
What I should have done was listened to him. Unfortunately, the instinct to do something kicked in with a vengeance. Surely he didn’t really mean just stand there, I thought. I should come up with a few actions to separate myself from the rest of the actors, right? Warning sign #3.
I walked into the room, still struggling in my head between doing nothing and doing something to stand out. When it was my turn to dump my imaginary coins onto the counter, I tried to stay natural and not act, but I couldn’t. I imagined my coin jar to be especially heavy and cumbersome, requiring a big sweep of my arm to get the coins out. Too big, I thought immediately, TOO BIG!
The callback was over before I knew it. Who knows if I pulled it back in time. I wish I’d heeded all the warning signs and taken a deep breath before going in, but alas, that’s what callbacks can do to you.
And a love of Dunkin Donuts.
All these thoughts and more were running through my head as I drove to my Dunkin Donuts callback this morning. The thought of having my face associated with one of my most favorite brands ever was especially exciting. (Did I mention how much I love Dunkin Donuts?!)
Simply put, I wanted this. Bad. That should have been warning sign #1 for me.
I walked in to 200 S. La Brea to find a much smaller crowd of actors hovering around the sign-in sheet, which had "Callbacks – Day1" written across the top. My nerves took another leap as a line from A Chorus Line jumped into my head – "I hope I get it! How many people does he neeeed?" Warning sign #2.
The casting director gave everyone an explanation. Same deal as the first audition – standing in line holding a jar of coins – except this time we’d then be walking up one by one and dumping our imaginary coins onto the counter.
Then he gave a pre-emptive note to everyone – "Don’t act!" Not an altogether unfamiliar note in the commercial world, which is moving increasingly toward real people, real people, real people. "Seriously, don’t act," he said again. "Don’t do anything. Just stand there."
What I should have done was listened to him. Unfortunately, the instinct to do something kicked in with a vengeance. Surely he didn’t really mean just stand there, I thought. I should come up with a few actions to separate myself from the rest of the actors, right? Warning sign #3.
I walked into the room, still struggling in my head between doing nothing and doing something to stand out. When it was my turn to dump my imaginary coins onto the counter, I tried to stay natural and not act, but I couldn’t. I imagined my coin jar to be especially heavy and cumbersome, requiring a big sweep of my arm to get the coins out. Too big, I thought immediately, TOO BIG!
The callback was over before I knew it. Who knows if I pulled it back in time. I wish I’d heeded all the warning signs and taken a deep breath before going in, but alas, that’s what callbacks can do to you.
And a love of Dunkin Donuts.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Movin’ Right Along, Doog-a-Doon, Doog-a-Doon
CBS approved my 2-page pilot story area yesterday, so I’m moving on to writing my 12-page pilot outline! Hooray! I’ve already written an outline, of course, but now it’s time to turn it from a steaming pile of poo into something readable.
My executive producer and I are hoping to have a solid draft of the script done by Thanksgiving, which only leaves me a few weeks to deliver a stellar outline, go through the notes process on the outline, get approved to go to script, and actually write the script.
And that means...it’s crunch time.
Sometimes I feel like my entire career as a solo writer has been spent in crunch time. I’ve always been pushing to get something done as soon as possible and battling fears that I’m behind the ball. Writing is a daily challenge in and of itself, but I’ve learned that managing my panic when approaching a deadline is a daily challenge as well.
When I’m in a heightened panic state, I’ll beat myself up for anything I do that’s not writing. Those minutes I spent doing my laundry or getting my oil changed? Horrible. "I should have done that later! Why am I wasting time eating and sleeping? I should be writing! Aaaagh!"
I have to remember that what I’m striving for is a balance – between writing and functioning as a human being. And much like my action plan theory for actors, staying on track as a writer means pacing myself – breaking down my list of notes and addressing them one at a time. Slow and steady wins the race. Staring at the long track ahead and freaking out isn’t going to do me any good.
So I take a deep breath and move into crunch time, knowing that I can do it. Bird by bird,
as Anne Lamott says. Bird by bird.
My executive producer and I are hoping to have a solid draft of the script done by Thanksgiving, which only leaves me a few weeks to deliver a stellar outline, go through the notes process on the outline, get approved to go to script, and actually write the script.
And that means...it’s crunch time.
Sometimes I feel like my entire career as a solo writer has been spent in crunch time. I’ve always been pushing to get something done as soon as possible and battling fears that I’m behind the ball. Writing is a daily challenge in and of itself, but I’ve learned that managing my panic when approaching a deadline is a daily challenge as well.
When I’m in a heightened panic state, I’ll beat myself up for anything I do that’s not writing. Those minutes I spent doing my laundry or getting my oil changed? Horrible. "I should have done that later! Why am I wasting time eating and sleeping? I should be writing! Aaaagh!"
I have to remember that what I’m striving for is a balance – between writing and functioning as a human being. And much like my action plan theory for actors, staying on track as a writer means pacing myself – breaking down my list of notes and addressing them one at a time. Slow and steady wins the race. Staring at the long track ahead and freaking out isn’t going to do me any good.
So I take a deep breath and move into crunch time, knowing that I can do it. Bird by bird,
Friday, November 4, 2011
A Day in the Life of a Commercial Audition
The Client: Dunkin Donuts
The Role: Ethnic Businesswoman
The Location: 200 S. La Brea
That’s all I knew before my commercial audition yesterday. And that’s typical – information always seems to be sparse and general when it comes to commercial casting. Walking into the casting office and seeing who else was called for the audition tells me much more about what I’m in for.
On this particular day, the waiting area at 200 S. La Brea was packed full. There was an audition happening in every casting studio with a corresponding crowd of actors hovering about, waiting to get called. In one corner, a gaggle of little girls in ballet tutus with their moms. In another corner, tall, gorgeous models in high heels.
The crowd gathered around the Dunkin Donuts sign-in sheet appeared to be every shape and size possible. Black guys wearing gas station shirts, Asian people in business suits, redheads in tight skirts, etc. – clearly a cross-section of America. Because America runs on Dunkin!
I signed in and passed the waiting time by catching up with old friend Stephon Fuller, a working actor I met my first year in LA. He’s worked steadily for years in TV & film, chronicling his acting adventures in his blog My Long Ass Bio. We’ve always shared a belief in working smarter and harder to put ourselves on the Hollywood map. Case in point – he booked a role opposite Tom Hanks in The Terminal from a headshot drop-off. That’s badass.
Finally, the casting director called my name along with about 25 others to go into the room for an explanation of what the audition would entail. CDs often do explanations in large groups so they don’t have to repeat themselves all day. This setup couldn’t have been simpler – stand in a single-file line and act like you’re waiting to buy Dunkin Donuts. Got it.
When it was my turn, I filled my head with images of pumpkin muffins and breakfast flatbread sandwiches and hot spiced apple cider. I channeled my passion for Dunkin Donuts and acted the hell out of waiting in line, I tell you whut. (Kidding.) After about 10 seconds, the CD said, "Thank you!" and I was done.
Needless to say, I don’t stress about commercial auditions. They probably saw 100 actors yesterday for a handful of standing in line roles. The people who ultimately get cast will probably be a diverse collection of looks and types. They’ll know if they want my look and type in less than those 10 seconds and that’s all there is to it.
So I concentrate on having fun. And what could be more fun than auditioning to wait in line? And get paid to do it!
The Role: Ethnic Businesswoman
The Location: 200 S. La Brea
That’s all I knew before my commercial audition yesterday. And that’s typical – information always seems to be sparse and general when it comes to commercial casting. Walking into the casting office and seeing who else was called for the audition tells me much more about what I’m in for.
On this particular day, the waiting area at 200 S. La Brea was packed full. There was an audition happening in every casting studio with a corresponding crowd of actors hovering about, waiting to get called. In one corner, a gaggle of little girls in ballet tutus with their moms. In another corner, tall, gorgeous models in high heels.
The crowd gathered around the Dunkin Donuts sign-in sheet appeared to be every shape and size possible. Black guys wearing gas station shirts, Asian people in business suits, redheads in tight skirts, etc. – clearly a cross-section of America. Because America runs on Dunkin!
I signed in and passed the waiting time by catching up with old friend Stephon Fuller, a working actor I met my first year in LA. He’s worked steadily for years in TV & film, chronicling his acting adventures in his blog My Long Ass Bio. We’ve always shared a belief in working smarter and harder to put ourselves on the Hollywood map. Case in point – he booked a role opposite Tom Hanks in The Terminal from a headshot drop-off. That’s badass.
Finally, the casting director called my name along with about 25 others to go into the room for an explanation of what the audition would entail. CDs often do explanations in large groups so they don’t have to repeat themselves all day. This setup couldn’t have been simpler – stand in a single-file line and act like you’re waiting to buy Dunkin Donuts. Got it.
When it was my turn, I filled my head with images of pumpkin muffins and breakfast flatbread sandwiches and hot spiced apple cider. I channeled my passion for Dunkin Donuts and acted the hell out of waiting in line, I tell you whut. (Kidding.) After about 10 seconds, the CD said, "Thank you!" and I was done.
Needless to say, I don’t stress about commercial auditions. They probably saw 100 actors yesterday for a handful of standing in line roles. The people who ultimately get cast will probably be a diverse collection of looks and types. They’ll know if they want my look and type in less than those 10 seconds and that’s all there is to it.
So I concentrate on having fun. And what could be more fun than auditioning to wait in line? And get paid to do it!
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