· – (On being this actor in this town at this time)
This last week has been one of those that was. And testament to how things can change. First, I booked a small role in an episode of Warehouse 13, a new TV sci-fi series. Then, one day after another, three people I have previously worked with, got hold of me for other work. One, a music video, I could not do. It is a non-union shoot, but that was moot as I was unavailable anyway. For I am shooting Warehouse 13 that day. The other two, a play and a short film, have not yet been confirmed and maybe nothing will come of either of them. But, gosh darn, it sure does feel good to be wanted. And I guess it’s true: it’s who you know.
I must have been doing something right of late to be thus considered. The thing is, if I knew what it was, I’d keep doing it. Still, it never ceases to amaze me that a tentative job offer can send one’s spirits rocketing in to Sherpa territory. As The Dresser (in Ronald Harwood’s play of .the same name) says: “What saved him was an offer of work.” So, no complaints here. Now all I gotta do is just see how it all unfolds.
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