More submissions. More Rejections. More waiting to hear back from festivals. Rehearsals, film festivals, and performances.
From October onwards, my life has been a steady stream of activities. This isn’t bad necessarily, but since I am an introvert who can act like and extrovert, my tank has been half-full to empty since late September. I’d be lying though, if I said that there wasn’t a part of me that didn’t enjoy being this busy. I’ve had more live performances this year than I’ve had in a long time and many of them were in things that I didn’t spearhead, which lets me breath a sigh of relief. I have also had to reaffirm this year that waiting for others to put you to work is folly. You have to be out there working, submitting and performing. You have to cast a wide net and hopefully you will catch something.
I have been able to catch several local opportunities to write and perform which has led me to a production of It’s a Wonderful Life playing the part of Harry Bailey, George’s brother. It is an honor to be a part of such a cast, but I am even more thrilled to be able to step into a production I wan't initially apart of when needed.
In other news, a short film script of mine was a finalist in the Fear Awards. The Hole. was adapted from the first production of the House of Shadows Radio Anthology that I work on with my sister. I didn’t expect anything when I submitted, so it was a joy to see that my script made it to finals. This small victory has also led me to submit to several other film festivals and also has me pondering the idea of a feature horror script.
Regarding Victorian Cut-out Theatre, I haven’t heard about where any iterations of the show have landed. However, these processes take time and no news is good news, I suppose. I have thought about working on a new batch of episodes. I have seed ideas written down. Maybe in the new year I’ll knuckle down and produce something new which would be fun after the months long break I’ve taken from the show.
On a personal note, everyone in my house it ill and not in the Beastie Boys way. I was the first to get sick, followed by my wife and now my heir seems to have come down with what sounds like the croup. Unpleasant and inconvenient doesn’t really cover it, but we will endure. We always do.
Please keep your fingers crossed and take care,