I’ve been trying out different ways of working out recently. The gym doesn’t work for me. I go there, I watch Netflix on the elliptical for an hour, do a few floor exercises that I do at home anyway, and I leave. It’s not fun for me, I don’t see any progress, and I’m probably doing something wrong without knowing it. Because of all that, I don’t feel excited or willing to go to the gym, and as a result, I spend money on a membership that does not get used.
I haven’t been posting as much lately as I should have, but that is because for the last month or so, I’ve been working on a web series. If you follow my reading/writing blog Precarious Reader, you may have read my post Derailed in which I mentioned that I had put aside the novel on which I’d been working for over nine years. I’d had an idea for a web series and I wrote two episodes, and then I got busy with some other stuff for a while and wasn’t sure where to go from there anyway.
I recently got my first booking through my agent since signing with her a year and a half ago. I’ve gotten a few callbacks before, and I’ve been booking roles that haven’t been through my agent, but this was the first proper booking, so that was exciting. On top of that, it was in Edmonton.
Life has become mundane.
I had an epiphany last week. I was thinking about the times in my life I was happiest—not moments, but weeks. Months. Years. And they’re really easy for me to identify.
They say you gotta dress for the job you want, so when I went to the job fair that ended up leading to my new job, I took that to heart. This is what I wore:
I’ve had a busy weekend.
First of all, you should know I got a job. It’s a part-time thing and it came in the nick of time, according to my bank account. I don’t know what this means for the acting thing.
I got super lucky in January in terms of roles. I managed to worm my way into four short films, two as the lead, one bit part and one background. But apparently that wasn’t enough for me, because I wanted to make a short film.
I was going to quit acting in November.
Well, I was supposed to quit this time last year.
I didn’t really consider it my resolution, but around January 1st, I got fed up with how long SC, my big bad book, was taking to finish. My—well, my resolution, to this issue was to write 500 words before bed every day so I’d finish it faster. And for the first week, with the help of late nights and coffee shops, I did it.
When I approached the counter of the Starbucks I’m currently writing this from, the barista, Michelle, greeted me by name. This Starbucks is across the city from where I live, so this was slightly concerning. However, it’s five minutes from Heritage Park where I’ve been going to rehearsal five times a week for the last two months.