Okay, so we fast-forwarded quite a bit. Things got busy, and as therapeutic as it is to write, I didn’t have time in the day to jot down anything worth publishing. We can rewind back to day 33 though, when most of the cast was together and finally rehearsing. I can safely say that I … Continue reading Untitled: Day 33, Puzzles.
I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been writing these now, but it’s been a while. I’ve spent so much time at coffee shops now that it seems if the very fibers of my clothes are infused with the smell of coffee. It’s not a bad thing per say, but it really informs you of … Continue reading Thirty Two.
‘Manifest’ got picked up by NBC to go to series. For those of us that were core, that meant that we were guaranteed work, for the fence people, well that was something else entirely. In addition to the email asking us for our availability in the coming months, we were asked to verify our identity … Continue reading Meltdowns and Mentors.
At this point in our tale, it was the summer. Being a bit shortsighted and not at all aware of what was going on in the industry, I forgot that most shows go on hiatus. This means that my main source of grind it out income, extra work, became scarce. If there’s two things that … Continue reading Longshots and Lenses.
I always start each morning with an iced coffee, black. If I don’t get it, the day always feels just a bit off. I don’t care about the weather, the occasion, the circumstance, the coffee always needs to be iced, and it always needs to be black. I’ve had good days, bad days, great days, … Continue reading Somewhere Only We Know.
There are some mornings where you open your eyes and you’re not exactly sure if you’ve woken up. When I was roused from my slumber, I rolled over and checked my phone. It said 6am. Already, I was disbelieving that I was actually in reality. I’m never up that early and fully alert, this had … Continue reading Something Like Reality, Part IV: We’ll Do It Live.
“May the odds be ever in your favor.” I’m pretty sure most of you are familiar with the Hunger Games. You know, the dystopian novels where teens are pitted against each other in blood sport and are filmed for the masses to consume. I only exaggerate slightly (okay, maybe more than slightly) when I say … Continue reading Something Like Reality, Part III: Produced and Rehearsed.
For one reason or another, I’ve spent at least two days a week in Chinatown for the past three weeks. I didn’t try to make this happen, it was just happenstance. Chinatown is probably the neighborhood of Manhattan that I’ve been to the least. Looking back, I wonder if I did that unconsciously. Chinatown is … Continue reading An American in Chinatown.
I think everyone has a teenage soap opera that they grow up on. The cross-section of good looking people, hormones, and drama that we can identify with is too much for anyone to withstand. For me, it was ‘The O.C.’ and to a certain extent, ‘Gossip Girl’. In addition to the three aforementioned elements, there … Continue reading Chasing Cars.
Living in New York I’m blessed to be able to go to some of the greatest repositories of art and natural science in the world. There’s something ethereal when it comes to going to the Met at night. The museum usually closes at 5pm, so you’re never really able to take a peek at what … Continue reading A Night at the Museum.