It’s 5am. I start a new job tomorrow. A real job. A semi-legit job at the New York Times. I’ll be a news clerk on the photo desk. Then I’ll move on to the national desk. I should have gone to bed 6 hours ago.
We closed East Village Chronicles today. Then we wrapped Two Toms. Walking away from Farrell’s, the bar where we shot the final montages I felt sad. Deeply sad. That’s three casts and crews I won’t be around anymore. It was good to be around other actors for awhile. Good to hear what other people are doing to get ahead. Good to hear laughs and to share some. Good to share the bigger spirit of the event with others. Precious commodities you can sometimes take for granted.
The sun’s coming up. Birds are chirping. Newspapers are being dropped in bundles around the neighborhood. The Dizzy’s crew are setting up for the breakfast crowd.
Meanwhile, the folks on set are coiling cables, putting away lenses, having a few last drinks, sharing some celebratory cupcakes, and saying goodbyes.
When you know what the next thing will be, it isn’t so bad. Otherwise it can be a long walk through the desert with no water in sight.
“What are you working on next?” Those words can function like Kryptonite on your insides. The off season is when you work to come back bigger, stronger, and faster. Nobody wants to hear about that. They want to hear about the next project that sets off buzzers and bells. Is it getting you closer to the intangible Big Thing?