UNBOUND reading

The IAMA Theatre Company reading of Unbound was last night.

And…

Nobody changed the title of the play without telling me.

Nobody added any additional characters.

And most importantly…

Nobody ate any dog shit.

All and all, it went very well.

As for what’s next, we’ll just have to see.  I’ll post updates as soon as I have any.

In Hindsight, I Should Have Gotten a Haircut and Pitched My Show to HBO

When I was working on Game On for Actors Theatre of Louisville‘s 2008 Humana Festival, the theatre asked me to send them my bio and headshot photo for promotional purposes.

It was my first time working with a reputable regional theatre.  It was a great opportunity to promote my work, network, and expand my list of contacts within the entertainment industry.

It was also around the time that I decided I was pretty much over working in the entertainment industry.  In a few months, I was going to be living in Peru, drinking ayahuasca, and learning how to become a shaman.  I was glad to see my work in the festival, but I didn’t think it mattered what people thought of that work, what contacts I made, or even if I looked presentable.

So instead of getting a haircut, getting my dreadlocks re-twisted, or even shaping up my beard, I sent them a photo of me sporting a more “natural” look – the look God gave me.

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Thus sayeth the LORD, “Take no shears to thy head nor to thy beard, for it pleases the LORD of Hosts to have you look like a homeless vagrant.”

What’s great is that if you google my name, this photo always comes up because it’s posted on the website of the The Inexplicably Dumb Show (they interviewed all the playwrights who worked on Game On).  I keep thinking about writing them and asking them to take it down, but I don’t have the nerve.

Let’s see…how else did I fuck up that weekend?

Oh yeah.

The theatre hosted a party at a bar on the second-to-last night of the festival.  A lot of industry folks from all around the country – actors, writers, producers, agents, managers, development execs – were there, getting drunk.  I was in the middle of ordering a drink when I struck up a conversation with a woman standing by herself at the bar.

“What brings you to the festival?” she asked.
“I’m a playwright,” I said.  “One of the pieces I wrote is in it.  What about you?”
“I work in development at HBO.”
“Oh.  That’s cool.  Do you like it?”
“Yes, I do.  It keeps me busy, but I love it.”

At this point, I probably should have said something like, “How does someone like me get a meeting with someone like you?” or even something as simple as “Can I have your card?”  In fact, I had a television show idea that I’d been wanting to pitch to HBO.

But remember:  I’m getting ready to travel to the Amazon rainforest to become a shaman.

So I say nothing.  At all.

She realized that I wasn’t going to take any initiative to promote myself, so she – maybe thinking I was a typical, shy, socially-awkward writer (and she would have been right) – decided to throw me a bone.

“So is there something you’re working on that I should know about?” she asked.

“Not at the moment,” I said.

She nodded.  We talked a bit longer and eventually parted ways.

I never got her card.

And I never became an Amazonian shaman either.