The Past Is...Here

10/31/2009

SLUTSWEEN: The Return of the No Skirts


Let's face it. Halloween is a big deal here.

Back in England my friend Samantha said she tried to trick-or-treat once as a girl and returned home with no candy and a beer bottle that someone had given her. Great, that's the British for you.

Here it's different and it seems the kids aren't as excited as the Angeleno adults, who proudly plan their costumes weeks in advance. I must confess, I'm not at the advance strategic costume stage but this year I actually have a costume so that's good. Baby steps, baby steps...

Two years ago, on Oct 31st, I had to pick up a friend from Union Station. His arrival was close to midnight, so I knew I wasn't going to have a real Halloween. As I was cruising down the worst-traffic-EVER to pick him up, I witnessed some of the costumes of people walking down the street. Suddenly I turned into Bree Van de Kamp: "What are these girls wearing? Don't they know what kind of people they are attracting? They might as well be naked!" I realize this is highly hypocritical given pictures of me in questionable outfits as a teenager but, still, it was clear to me from Halloween '07 onwards that it might as well be re-named "Slutsween."

Funny, because in most respects American girls are a lot more conservative in their day-to-day wear than European chicks. There's J Crew, The Gap and Banana Republic, successful clothing stores that cater to the young, American urban woman who is attractive in a professional "take me seriously" way. Perhaps that's why the other extreme has to come out & it chooses to come out on All Hallows Night, as the inner repressed streetwalker in all women is finally is released.

I can picture complaints being posted as I write but even if you are one of the few chicks that doesn't go to whores-ville tonight, you gotta admit you're not the norm. Am I right?

So you might be wondering what Miss Judgemental me is planning to dress up as? No, not Margaret McPoyle (although I'm flattered by the reports of brave young women dressing as the unibrowed one) and no, not Mary Poppins, sorry, it was just too obvious. I am going as...(drumroll)....Orianthi.

"Who the f&*k is that?" I hear you shout. Well, she was the only distinguishable chick I could think of last night that is non-slutty but sexy, extremely topical and distinguishable in style. She's the Australian lead guitarist in the film "This Is It" and yes, most people won't know who the hell I am but she's awesome and I only wanna dress as someone I think is awesome!! Got it. Plus I feel i should give it some extra publicity as MJ did appear in my dream a few days before he died (now that's spooky).

Then again, going as "a slutty Margaret McPoyle" (thanks Lorin) might get me more attention. Oh the decisions...

Have a slutty or slut-free but SAFE Halloween!!

10/17/2009

Pulling Advice from Mr. Pressfield



I was advised to read "The War of Art" by an acting teacher last year. Maybe he sensed my Resistance (that's right, resistance with a capital "R" people!) to the work we were doing in class or maybe he loved the book so much he just thought everyone should read it. Don't quite remember but what I do remember is finally buying Steven Pressfield's book, opening it up and then not putting it back down until I'd finished the whole damn thing.

THAT does not happen very often, readers, especially considering how ADD I've become in recent years. First of all, I haven't finished the latest Harry Potter book (shock, horror) because of that bitch called distraction. Second, my "productive" days usually consist of doing a bit of reading, a bit of Facebook, a bit of Twitter and then a bit of acting and writing, all "multi-tasked" into the space of an hour. Hmm. Now I may do A LOT of those hours but something's telling me my method may not be the way to get the most out of my talents. Especially since I cheat myself on how many hours I've logged in on the pure writing.

By golly gosh, it's time to change those nasty habits!

In fact, WOA is so applicable to my generation of artists, who find it hard to just sit still and DO anything, let alone productive, creative work. See, it's a matter of conquering outside distractions, which, let's face it, we're exposed to more than ever in urban 2009. Our easy addiction to "flashing lights" is just an expression of the inner Resistance that Pressfield talks about, the result of which ain't too pretty, cause suddenly you find yourself miserable and guilty for not meeting the creative deadlines you set yourself. I mean, ask yourself this question- how many hours did you spend thinking up witty comments for your facebook status update instead of tending to your screenplay? Yeah, I know...ooops.

Obviously in this field, ignorance is NOT bliss, so after reading WOA I figured the biggest obstacles I'd whined about were ones I'd created myself. It may all sound rather self-help-y but those of us who have previously turned our noses to that section of the bookstore are the ones most in need of it. (Will the real Slim Thesy please stand up?)

Lesson learnt: Practice your craft. A lot. And probably in steady, highly productive chunks. Okaaay, so you can keep the Facebook and Twitter accounts but only stalk your long lost high school sweetheart after you've written that comedy pilot. Understood? Right.

Bon Voyage to you all! May your creative sailing be smoother, now that you have your WOA book under your arm to help you recognize that crafty little devil called Resistance! Oh, and drumroll please as I introduce Steven himself. Yes, Mr. Pressfield was kind enough to answer three questions that had been swirling around my mind:

1) In "War of Art" you talk a lot about Resistance in terms of it blocking us from creating our art. Any thoughts on how Resistance sabotages us in the "business of show" aspect? E.g. practicing your talent but then doing nothing about making that first call to get an agent or manager.

That is a really good question, Thesy. [Why thank you Steven, blush, blush] I’m not sure I have the answer but I’ll give it a try. My suspicion is that the “business of show” Resistance is a different kind of animal from “Doing Our Art” Resistance. I think it’s a different goddess. Not the Muse. “Doing Our Art” Resistance is, I think, the resistance that we experience toward doing what we were born to do. Our true calling. “Business of Show” Resistance feels different to me. It’s not really what our unique ability is; it’s something we usually have to teach ourselves, train ourselves in.

Certainly it’s a commonplace that the artist herself is the least likely person to be good at selling herself. I’d say only one out of twenty has that gift. Most get embarrassed and tongue-tied; they just hate promoting their own stuff. Screenwriters routinely choke in pitch meetings; painters fall flat when they’re asked to pitch their work to galleries. A lot of the time, the artists who “succeed” are not even the best artists; they’re just better at pitching themselves.

At the same time, I think it’s really an excellent exercise for us as artists to learn how to pitch our material. Why shouldn’t we be good at it? We’ve got the passion. We understand it. I myself am not particularly good at it, but on the occasions when I have succeeded (not too many), what has worked is really being true to myself and speaking from the heart, rather than trying to shape a pitch beforehand and then “deliver” it. So that’s a good thing—to get to that place. But I don’t think the Resistance we feel toward that skill-set is the same as the Resistance we experience toward doing our art.


2) Is Resistance largely due to a lack of Time Management? Are artists better served by plotting their day ahead & creating some sort of curriculum for themselves?

Time Management, in my opinion, is a tool we can use to overcome Resistance. That’s what works for me. But I’ve heard of other writers, painters etc. who thrive on chaos and don’t like their day to be structured at all. Resistance in my view is much bigger than managing your time. Did you see that article in the L.A. Times about a year ago, where they interviewed half a dozen writers about where they wrote and how they structured their day. Three out of six said they wrote in their cars! One guy said he wrote while the car was moving! Unless they were putting the reporter on, that’s pretty wild.

I will say that structuring my day and managing my time works for me. But I know it’s not an answer for everybody.

3) In WOA, I was taken by "A Professional Does Not Hesitate To Ask For Help" and the Tiger Woods analogy. What are the main things to look out for in someone who aids and instructs your practice? Is there a fine line between professionalism and neediness/dependence on a teacher?

I’m not a believer in teachers. Okay, a seminar or two, a class to hone your skills. But I’m not a fan to deferring to some guru. It even makes me a little incomfortable answering questions like this because it puts me in the guru role, and I’m not sure it’s even too helpful to someone reading the “answers.” Bottom line: we have to enact our own vision, find our own voice, and be true to our own calling. Each one of us is different. The REAL questions in our work can only be answered by ourselves and our own instincts, by our own Muse.

That said, delegationg of OTHER tasks surrounding our art is a critical skill that free us up and really get us to the next level. Have you ever heard of Dan Sullivan of Strategic Coach? He’s a tremendous mentor to entrepreneurs; you can look him up on the web. One of his concepts is “Unique Ability.” He urges entrepreneurs (which would be us too as artists) to find that thing—and delegate everything else. He tells the story about when he was in the army in Korea and Frank Sinatra came to entertain the troops. “The first thing you notice,” Dan says, “is that Frank Sinatra does not move pianos.” He sings and prepares to sing and that’s it.

So yes, get an agent, get a manager, get a lawyer. Let them use their own Unique Abilities to assist you. Most of us would make pretty lousy agents, lawyers and managers anyway.

But I would NOT delegate any judgment about my real work to a teacher or a guru. In fact I think dependence upon someone whom we imagine knows our own stuff better than we do is a form of Resistance. We ourselves need to embrace that power and make it our own. That’s why I hate those writers groups where everybody reads everybody else’s stuff and then critiques it. What the hell do they know? Who are they to say anything? But maybe that’s just me.


Thanks Steven. And go buy his book. It's mind-blowing. Whatever stage you are at. And whatever art is dying to come out of you.

10/08/2009

SchmoozeFest


I've been hiding in doors being "productive" for too long. So it's refreshing to feel the drive to go out and hit the scene again. Tonight I attend this: http://www.younghollywoodparty.com/about.html

Equipped with a hot dress from Guess and some hair extensions (and a few cocktails down the ol' hatchet) I should be able to morph into a schmooze siren. A SCHMOOZE SIREN people!!

After all, there is only so much you can dream up in your room before you realize it's time to meet some people that aren't characters you've imagined in your head and/or written down on the page. Although meeting some L.A. folks you wonder if the difference is really all that blurry?

Anyhow, this former social butterfly is re-forming into...a social butterfly.

I've never been one to say "well, I have to go out for my career." That's icky. Like you're on a mission to use people under that great label we all love in Hollywood called "network." But there is that feeling, when you're an actress and writer in this town that every time you're out, you're on display, representing yourself and inevitably your career choice. When that question "so what do you do?" comes up, you better have the answer. Personally, I declare "I'm an actress and writer working ALL THE TIME but really trying to break into waitressing." At which point I usually get a little laugh or, as is 20 % the case, a "this-girl-is-not-taking-her-career-seriously" frown and the conversation ends abruptly.

Their loss. Because have you ever seen me out and about? I'm fun. No, no, seriously I am! This Ivy League intellectual turns into pure Eurotrash on the dancefloor and may I remind you that when I first got here Jesse Metcalfe (hot gardener from Desperate Housewives) tapped me on the shoulder and said I danced like a black woman. I'll take that as a compliment. Unless, of course, Jesse Metcalfe is a racist, in which case I've just outed him and ruined is career....some more.

Okay, so maybe some of this wild side is coming out after feeling down these past couple of weeks. The ego that masks the insecurity...boohoo. In which case I'll take some shots and sterilize that internal turmoil till it's dead. Dead, bitches. I mean it.

Wait for the pictures from Young Hollywood Party.