How Did I End Up Here?

Like most actors, I hate the in-between times from one project to another. I will say, in spite of my histrionic retorts of "I'LL NEVER WORK AGAIN!", I have been very blessed and lucky to hit the ground running and working since I moved her a year and a half ago with an average of 3 weeks between projects. But I am a habitual workaholic and am almost looking for more work. Plus, I am not some early twenty-something, so I have this self-created doomsday-ish clock.

BUT, the nice thing about down times is that it gives me a chance to check in on my focus and my pavement-pounding and to catch up on training. I started a class last night with TV/Film guru Ted Sluberski...I can honestly say that after one class I would rate it right next to my Esper training. He is incredible from the breadth of knowledge to his pin-point accurate critiques and generosity. I wish the class went on longer for 5 weeks but plan on making the most of every session.

I am trying to enjoy the quiet time before the insanity of the audition season kicks in. Have been steadily auditioning, with no bites...yet...but have a greedy eye focused on some projects coming up (especially Urban Stages' production of Edges...I MUST try to get seen for this...MUST I SAY).

Looking in the future are performances of Betrayed at the Kennedy Center in Janurary, for LA Theatre Works with Eric Stoltz in February, and a tentatively schedule run in the UK in April/May. I love this show, so any chance to do it makes me a happy brownie. I am both excited and scared about the PBS broadcast on Oct 23...I am not sure if I can watch myself. This could be a really good thing for me unless I completely look like some plebe with mush mouth and zero reality on the small screen. Actor's paranoia and self-aggrandizing...the bread and butter of many a therapist.

Have enjoyed the change in weather coupled with reconnecting with faces and voices from my past who have landed in the city or have been uncovered. You never know who will pop up and what paths they can open for you.

In the meantime, I am crossing my fingers to hear back from a coach I would sell the other half of my soul to study with.