Tomorrow

Well, here's some news: Tomorrow morning, I have a callback for Disney's Aladdin: A Music Spectacular. It's the stage version of the movie, playing in Disney Land. And the best part? I'm up for the Genie. It's the first callback I've had in quite some time; let alone for anything resembling a professional long-term gig.

If you can spare the good vibes, please send them my way tomorrow morning around ten. I can use all the spare help I can get. Not that I need it. Um. Because I'm a professional and stuff.

Yeah.

*Whew*

I just finished Draft #2 of a script over a year in the making. My first legitimate thriller. Or drama, at least.

It's funny. (Not the script, not very.) The scene that originally inspired the whole script no longer exists. Not in its present (read: better) incarnation. Go figure. I'm delighted that so much change took place between drafts-- shows I wasn't married to the first one, that I was able to accept that things needed changing. It also helps to be friends with smart people of whom one can ask questions.

Now: I need to go back and re-work a few threads of act one, so that choices made in act two do not come as a complete surprise. Don't want to cheat the audience, after all. That wouldn't be sporting. Yes sir, changes need making. Just not tonight. I'm tapped. I'm also unlikely to forget what alterations are due to it-- not before tomorrow, leastways. Also on the to-do list? Giving the damned thing a title.

Nice way to end a three-day weekend. Finishing the script. There's a nice bit of feeling accomplished.

Sweet dreams, folks.

Take Some Time, Recharge; Get Absurd.

I'm feeling charged up (at half past one) for the first time in weeks. I've been taxed by the conditions of living in the big city (the biggest) with the less attractive facets being barely able to make ends meet-- topped with a smattering of looking for more work and staying productive. Quite the parfait.

I recently discovered a trove of information on virtually every trope in fiction: plot devices, dialogue stand-bys, categorizations of characters ranging from the miniscule to the megalomaniacal. All the rules organized, indexed and catalogued. It's a wealth to pick through and I've been doing exactly that. Tonight I hit on something truly inspired in the realm of the absurd. Take actions that are outside your scope, act like they will succeed-- despite the overwhelming lack of evidence to support you-- and enjoy your success. If you succeed.

It seems absolutely revitalizing to even give it a moment's consideration. A lime-flavored smack in the face with a herring. Think about it, throw your hands in the air with a cheerful "Fuck it!" and just take a plunge.

Short of unemployment and the unattractive circumstances that would accompany it; at present it seems I have little to lose by taking a few more risks. Risks are what got me to New York in the first place. For the longest time my problem (well, one of them anyway) was that I've been holding back. Limiting what I say, limiting what I try to do, putting blinders on where I can try to go with my work, with everything. This could end up being complete candy floss, but who cares? It's what I'm feeling right now.

All any of us have are moments. Opportunities to make a decision and execute change. The status bloody quo has brought me to a place of soul-gnawing inadequacy; or at best tepid mediocrity. Temp jobs. No plays being done in months. No voice-over work. I need to be trying harder.

Okay. Sounds good. Let's do that then.

Outstanding.