Sunday, May 29, 2011

What? Me Quit?

Can you hear that sound?
Listen.

It was slow and faint for a while but now louder than ever before.

Do you hear it?

Hard to decipher at first but now indisputable.

The last gasps of steam are puttering out me as I try to climb over this concrete mammoth, blocking my path towards quasi success.

(Definition still up for debate)

I've been anesthetized by the exhaust and numbed by the noise.

And my New York City blog reflects it.

Even meeting my absolute inspiration for character acting confirmed it.

We sat shoulder to shoulder over her needlepoint handiwork and both agreed New York is hard.

It's hard.

But here's to Parker Posey making it look so damn easy.



Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go. ~William Feather

Will you endure a little longer?


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Note To Self

No Excuse

"Give strong drink to the one who is perishing, and wine to those in bitter distress; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more." Proverbs 31:6-7

Overworking and Over imbibing has made me a baaad blogger.

I am disappearing for the weekend to Brighton Beach to bury my head in the sand and conjure my inner playwright.

How does anyone get anything done in this city?

Monday, May 23, 2011

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Just Keep Swimming

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

I read a wise quote about not letting failures go to your heart nor successes to your head.

This industry's daggers have seeped into both and before I give it the opportunity to twist in any deeper, I'm temporarily switching roles.

Tomorrow I am a casting agent's assistant and will finally get to hear what they say once the hopeful auditioner leaves the room wiping the sweat from his brow.

Then I might leave the business for good.