I'm sending in this dispatch from my momentary detour into the commercial world. Every year or so, I get a few gigs. And I feel lucky to have those occasional opportunities to earn a little rent money while getting to practice my craft.
But even while I'm sitting in a tiny casting room with 100-odd 4-year olds and just as many plates of spaghetti and at least that many Extra Strength Tylenols on hand, I'm mentally preparing for the Telefilm pitch coming up next week, and a meeting with our distributors looming on the horizon. (Okay, I'm actually just trying to cope with the chaos by escaping into my favourite fantasy - making this film!)
Casting is still the number one, two and three item on the To Do list, of course. Wish I could give you all an exciting news flash on that front, but I'm afraid the best I can do for this week is pick four of the cutest mugs smeared with spaghetti sauce I can find. And trust that this too will go some way to make me a better director for The Really Big Show - yet to come!