Well, here are. We're living in a time of a major health crisis: COVID 19 or The Corona Virus.
The world as we used to know it has ceased to be. We are a world, a country, isolating itself in an attempt to protect ourselves. We are wearing masks now. Well,, some of us are wearing masks. There are always those who think they are immune to things like COVID 19 and, even scarier, there are those who think the whole thing, this whole worldwide pandemic, is a hoax. So in protest, they refuse to become government puppets and wear their masks.
Needless to say the problem is not going away any time soon.
So here we sit, waiting for the world to start again. Thousands die every day. There doesn't seem to be any real idea of when it will end. In fact there is a real concern with the approaching cold and flu season, the problem that is The Corona Virus will only get worse.
Where then, you might ask, does that leaves actors and other professionals in this industry? And that is an excellent question! Sadly, it is a question without an answer at present. Truthfully does it matter?
People are dying every day by the thousands. As a country we are ripping ourselves apart with bloody hands. Who really gives a fuck if actors go back to work?
I have no idea when I will go back to work. We are an industry that, in the scheme of things, is the least essential. Harsh reality but it's true.
There are some productions making a go of it. They are abiding by social distancing laws and guidelines. There are other productions which started and then stopped because one or two people didn't wear masks and they bought the ugliness and horror of COVID 19 to set to share with their coworkers. Idiots. Careless idiots.
Here in Virginia, my home base, very little is going on. Actually there isn't anything going on. We are dead in the water and, if one were to believe the rumors circulating on social media, this is going to be the status quo until at least March or April.
What am I doing?
I'm struggling to stay positive and focused so that when the day does arrive and the phone rings, I'll be ready. Actually the phone rarely rings any more. It's more likely I'll get an email. When I get the email saying I'm needed I'll be good to go.
I'm working on my craft as best I can. I'm keeping the wheels moving by sending out headshots. I'm trying to keep a presence on social media. I touch base with my two agents. Other than those two things, I'm just praying all this insanity ends some time soon. That's all I can do.
As an actor I am storing all of my emotions away to recall during some scene down the road. That's what we do. We observe. We listen. We record it all to dredge up when we need it.
It's hard to focus when it feels like everything around you is crumbling down and quite honestly, I don't want to keep some of this shit with me. Some of it is so maddening, so stupid and scary, I don't ever want to think about it again. I will though. That's how I roll.
I don't know what to say anymore.
This has been a horribly depressing entry. Hasn't it? Sorry.
Here. I give you an heart-warming photo of a baby elephant and its mother.
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