...not even a Summer of George. Going back for Natasha's graduation and having her here was great...but work-wise, 2007 has been the Pits. What a difference a year makes. I'm starting to wonder if it was a mistake to join the union last year, as everyone I know is cleaning up on these non-union acting jobs.
What's frustrating is I've been doing more creative work on a consistant basis than in any time in my life, performing improv constantly in front of audiences, 2/3 of the way through the screenplay, and in the best physical shape I've ever been in, yet somehow it hasn't translated into career success. Maybe this is a simmering, a percolating time now that I've got the ingredients I need together, maybe they are all brewing together inside me, cooking.
Well I've got news to whoever the Master Chef is: God, Buddha, The Universe, Steve, whoever...I's Done. Turn off the stove and take me out, cuz this boy's gotta eat, damnit!
4 comments:
I think you are simmering and percolating for "Autumn of Sean".
(I nearly wrote "Fall of Sean", but that doesn't sound so good....)
not so good, but probably more accurate...
Not at all. You're too much of a fighter for THAT to be true.
stick to it Sean,deb seems to know you! you won't give up a ...remember when one door closes another one opens or at least a window?? keep writing too you got it !!!!
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