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celebrating three years in hollywood… what now?

if you’re not happy with what’s going on, then do something different. it’s fairly simple. your current situation cannot change if you continue doing what you’re doing.

the problem is, it’s easy to fall back into patterns, because they are the default. you have to consciously remind yourself… what do i usually do? then do something different.

in australia before i left, i was getting so frustrated with working at cocacola, i couldve torn the walls down. the smugness of these 9-5 middle management assholes who acted like they ran the world just drove me insane. but really, it wasn’t them who bothered me. it was the fact that i allowed myself to be in that situation. then i broke free and came to hollywood and it felt wonderful.

now i’m at 1800-dentist. it’s exactly the same shit. and while they are wonderful in allowing me to work in tandem with my schedule, it’s still 40 hours a week i have to surround myself with that torrid working atmostphere. and it’s infecting my art. the reason i’m here. i’ve suddenly inadvertently recreated my situation. what a bitch.

so i have to again do the scary thing. and soon. how can i be this actor when i’m surrounding myself with people away from my industry? of course it’s going to piss me off. i didn’t come here for this, and i need to remind myself of that every paycheque.

SO. here’s what i’m going to do. rather than wait for new years resolutions, i have a list of things i want to work on. feel free to bug me.

– im moving to runyon canyon at the start of next month… someone help me throw a housewarming.
– being near runyon, i want to actually use it to get EXERCISE (that foreign thing) happening… training buddies?
– take up alex’s recommendation of teaching viewpoints… i’ve been backing away from that long enough
– increasing use of social media (because who doesn’t want to hear about my meals on twitter? FOLLOW MEĀ https://twitter.com/rossle83)… and an overdue website.

start there. happy three years to me. someone told me a little while ago (and i’d heard similar when i moved here), that it takes three years in LA for actors to get an idea of how things work, but they often leave before that. navigating this town can be dangerous. sharks, vultures, and the occasional dragon are always out to get you.

oh, and i’m going on holiday to san francisco for four days this week. my first holiday in three years.

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r.

scent of recovery.

i’ve felt off the pace lately. i think since my castle episode, i’d fallen into something of a slump. i mean, things haven’t been that bad really… i got to see my parents, i’ve started exercising and eating healthier, and work is steady. but i’ve been pissed off and frustrated. i should know by now things go in cycles. but at the same time, i’m regular at this to know that when you’re down in the cycle, it never feels like it’s going to end. even if you know it will.

truth is… when my acting engine isn’t running… everything else suffers. my judgement, self worth, drive and ambition all get corrupted. it’s scary this time around though, because getting into class with alex billings had always solved everything. not this time. i can’t ever put a proper finger on it, but i get angry. like someone’s holding my soul hostage. funnily enough, it’s always myself. and in addition, the anger and frustration itself is normally indication enough.

i was cleaning out my sydney and beatrice’s home today, and i started talking to them… yeah i talk to my rats. asking them what i should do to get out of my slump.

no response.

i asked more specific questions. do i need to get back into class?

nothing.

do i need to start getting out more and take a break?

nothing.

put on a film?

they both ran to the door and put their paws up.

whether coincidence that i’d started making my way towards the food bags or not, i took it as an idea. as i fed them, i threw on my favourite film. “scent of a woman”… and before the opening credits came on, the intro theme hit me. i sat and watched, and it just felt like a reset switch had been hit. it felt like i’d been reminded why i was here. end result thinking was getting to me. i hadn’t been giving myself the freedom and the “yes” that i’d been looking for in other people.

thanks sydney and beatrice… beatrice you’re still not to go into the kitchen.

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r.

630am text.

i’m not going to work today. i need another day off. amie meadows is pretty bad ass for helping me with my audition. i think i eat healthier around you as well.

my imdb meter is higher than it’s ever been. sitting pretty at 16k. it may be a while before it’s ever that high again. i’m spending this day off doing acting stuff. i feel like a terrible actor. i see people on stage and on film all the time doing this wonderful work. and i wonder if i can still do it. or if i’ve just become a teacher and critic who used to. what did i do? oh right. i ran past nathan fillion. i mean the last time i was on stage, i was being hanged. by silas weir mitchell. nice guy. i don’t think it really pushed my acting chops though.

so postcards, and casting directors will be seeing my face. it feels kind of mechanical. i told amie just the other night… “you’re immersing yourself in the side of the business that wears you down. your subconscious knows that if you continue like this, you’ll eventually give up and go back to where it’s safe. keep finding your joy, and you’ll stay forever.” hmm… never good at taking my own advice.

i suppose that’s why some people get into relationships. there’s a serious joy to be found. and it’s a lot easier than becoming an actor. it’s right there for everyone. and yet i feel as though i’m standing at the gates saying “no, i want the acting career.” well shit. what if i’m wrong? the past few days, i’ve felt like i’ve been wrong.

on a side note i’ve made another very ordinary discovery. when i’m drunk there’s a side of me that comes out that i miss. i’m suddenly more laid back, worry free, and fun. i’m so wrapped up in this city and this career, that i find it hard to let go when i’m sober. i suppose that’s how the slippery slope starts for an actor. i miss that guy. he’s a lot more fun. his parrots don’t consume him. funny, the mind that allows me to slip like this and get text out like this… is exactly my gift. what a piece of shit.

back to bed.

r.

finally broke the duck.

so i finally booked a co-star role. no it’s not a lead in a major feature film. nor is it a recurring guest role in a tv sitcom. but it’s a couple of lines in a major television show. and it’s exactly what i’ve been working towards in the past few months.

when you think that for every one of these tiny roles, over a thousand people get submitted. of these thousand people, a casting ASSISTANT in a casting office sifts through and selects twenty people to be called in. of those twenty, the casting ASSOCIATE (and on occasion the casting DIRECTOR – who’s big fancy name is on the office) will pick five to go to producers. then the big money boys select two, and then they’re given the job/placed on “avail”.

i have witnesses at work that saw me do this.

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my agent called me seven hours later telling me i landed the CASTLE job.

r.

ps – no i don’t write these notes every day… i just had a feeling.

the gamble.

i’ll let you in on a secret.

we’re both gambling our lives. you need me to be wrong. and you need me to fail. otherwise i was right.

but before the roulette wheel stops spinning. before the end of the football game. before the cards come out. before the jackpot numbers come out.

i know that when the game is over… we don’t get to spend the winnings somewhere else. we don’t leave the casino. we don’t leave the racetrack. this is it. we get one chance to play. and we never get to come back again.

i’ve already won.

r.

dane cook and peaking in high school.

i went out to see dane cook with some good friends the other night. well actually -before i get busted by athena again- i went out to hollywood improv where dane cook was a LAST MINUTE SPECIAL GUEST.

he got up and did a quick set, and he was funny as balls. he just gets comedy and has a carefree, detached approach to his routine (which ultimately runs in parallel with how anyone should approach their art) that just screams, this is what it is… take it or leave it. people normally take it.

but between talking about banging 20 year old girls, vaginas smelling like they’d been washed by dirtier vaginas (fuck you dan you thieving asshole)… he said one thing for me that stood out. he spoke about how he was never cool in high school, and how he struggled with depression (nothing really ground breaking there) and the like. but now, at the age of forty, he felt as though he was hitting his peak… and how fucking glad he was that he didn’t peak in high school.

in an industry that DEMANDS patience, i know artists all around me that want everything right now. i am a huge culprit of this as well. part of my drive has impatience that demands that i go and get everything now and while this fire has often galvanized me into action it has often also exhausted me in times where there was little more that i could do. this in turn has brought about some serious mood swings.

i felt a gear shift today. and it honestly felt like it was never going to come… i guess what i’m saying is that sometimes you need to hang on just a little longer. remind yourself that commitment means you don’t just quit when things get rough. if you’re in for the long haul, blips are just that.

after all, dane seems to have a pretty good grasp of things. thanks for the wisdom dane cook. you owe me dan for getting you in touch with your hero.

r.

have you clicked this yet? http://www.imdb.com/name/nm4415773/
this actually helps me when producers look me up… seriously…