With one bound...
If I had known that starting this blog would coincide with the worst period of my so-called career in ten years then I would probably have called it something else like "How To Make A Cordon-Bleu Style Meal From A Piece Of Scrag-End And An Old Tea-Bag" or "The Up-side Of Divorce" or "The Joy Of Meths" or "Acting For One" the end is listless!
Ah-ha, you may think. This must mean that things have changed. Well I will admit to a slight shift, not wanting to overstate the situation. I was on my way to meet a talented writer friend of mine, Simon Bent, in order to discuss with him the making of an ultra-low budget DV movie of a script of his and my phone rang. It was my agent with "D'y wanna week's work?" Well I thought, I know beggars can't be choosers but a little more info wouldn't be spurned.
As it turns out it's a very interesting project developing scripts with new playwrights for an organisation called writernet. Readings of these scripts will take place in Reading at a week long event called Hydroponic. I am being payed proper money for this, it's not a love thing or a punt at the future. The funding comes from Reading council, the Arts Council, the European Social Fund and others. I get to play a funeral director called Vince who is dying from cirrhosis caused by the drink in a play called 'Thirteen Months' by Dawn Garrigan.
I have my meeting with Simon who presents me with a script which he has put together since the night before when I mooted the idea of a short film project. I gets home and there is a repeat fee cheque waiting for me from 'The Rotters' Club' which I was not expecting, not huge but not derisory either. So with one bound he was free for another month from complete penury and able to fight another day. What a lark.
As far as the Casualty interview went - see last post - I did not hear a dicky bird. Complete silence. Apart from being frustrating because one can't get on with one's life until one is completely sure about stuff it is just bloody rude. How hard is it to say thank you for coming in I'm afraid it didn't work out this time? People who work in casting really should know better.
I started this post before last week's events and I will come back to them in a subsequent post.
Ah-ha, you may think. This must mean that things have changed. Well I will admit to a slight shift, not wanting to overstate the situation. I was on my way to meet a talented writer friend of mine, Simon Bent, in order to discuss with him the making of an ultra-low budget DV movie of a script of his and my phone rang. It was my agent with "D'y wanna week's work?" Well I thought, I know beggars can't be choosers but a little more info wouldn't be spurned.
As it turns out it's a very interesting project developing scripts with new playwrights for an organisation called writernet. Readings of these scripts will take place in Reading at a week long event called Hydroponic. I am being payed proper money for this, it's not a love thing or a punt at the future. The funding comes from Reading council, the Arts Council, the European Social Fund and others. I get to play a funeral director called Vince who is dying from cirrhosis caused by the drink in a play called 'Thirteen Months' by Dawn Garrigan.
I have my meeting with Simon who presents me with a script which he has put together since the night before when I mooted the idea of a short film project. I gets home and there is a repeat fee cheque waiting for me from 'The Rotters' Club' which I was not expecting, not huge but not derisory either. So with one bound he was free for another month from complete penury and able to fight another day. What a lark.
As far as the Casualty interview went - see last post - I did not hear a dicky bird. Complete silence. Apart from being frustrating because one can't get on with one's life until one is completely sure about stuff it is just bloody rude. How hard is it to say thank you for coming in I'm afraid it didn't work out this time? People who work in casting really should know better.
I started this post before last week's events and I will come back to them in a subsequent post.
posted by Rod at 7:56 pm
2 Comments:
Totally with you Rod on the casting agent scenario. Yes they are busy but how hard is it to get at least an intern or someone to ring and say 'sorry, not this time'. They are rude bastards. writersnet thing sounds very interesting.
hang in there rod. You know we all only do it for the glamour.
God how incredibly effing rude !!!
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