I spend most of my time trying to figure out how not to look like bag lady every day. When you live in a city like New York, one that doesn’t require owning an automobile, you plan your day through trips. “I’ll drop off my dry cleaning while heading into the office.” “I’ll take this bag of old clothes to Housing Works, and stop off at the coffee shop and the post office on the way.” This can lead to uncomfortable slogs across town, often involving the subway or taxicabs; throw in managing your iPod, wearing a winter scarf or carrying an umbrella and you might as well have some old clunky shoes and a cardboard sign that says “Homeless, Please Help”.
Because you are in bag lady-town.
As one of the poor, struggling New Yorkers the only way I can radiant the appearance of success through my carefree strut, and one cannot strut if they’ve got forty pounds of baggage hanging from their limbs.
I watched the bag people pass by this morning at my coffee shop, where I’ve taken to spending an hour each morning since leaving my day job. These hour-long visits are supposed to serve as a buffer for my day, a moment where I can put my priorities in order and tackle the remainder of my week like the type-A, go-getter that I tell people that I tell myself that I am.
As usual, I’m behind on everything: tomorrow’s strip is a mere concept, the CB Jobs board is feeling neglected, I’m behind on emails, three writing assignments and I need to churn out another draft of my script in time for my first reading on Sunday. AUGH! My first script reading is on Sunday! This development has been drifting in and out of my mental purview for the last couple of days. I am simultaneously exhilarated and terrified.
The script is something I have been trying to pull together for the last two years, but I have made the most progress on it in the last three weeks. It’s still not finished, but my writing partner thought having a portion of it read by a group will help us figure out if what we have is working. I remind myself that I think the concept is solid, the ideas are good and a 90% of whether or not the script works will depend on the actor reading the lines.
This is something I’ve noticed from watching a lot of webseries; delivery and believability is almost wholly on the side of the actor. You can spot a bad story or cliché dialogue, which all falls on the writer but a bad actor can take a good or mediocre script and drag it down. On the flip side, they can also elevate so-so material, anyone who watches American Horror Story can attest to that. Performance is so important. I just hope I’m bringing them my best.