THE BIG NIPPLE
Chatted with a friend who goes down to LA (aka the Big Nipple, said Fellini, long ago). I've been debating whether it's worthwhile to schlep down there for staffing season. Argument for is that while LA was none too hospitable when I was there, I now have respectable credits. Argument against turns out to be that reality TV has slashed employment for writers. Which means there are legions of talented and skilled and experienced X-Files
writers out there who can't make their mortgage and are willing to step down in credits just to get work. You're competing against them.
Oh, I could probably get meetings. But they rarely go anywhere. For some reason, people in LA will take meetings with you even when they're not serious about doing business with you. I guess they figure you never know.
And they know people. You don't. I know people in independent features, of course, which was my world when I was there. But none of them have any money. Which is one reason I left!
I think I'm gonna wait till someone sends me a ticket, or until the work dries up here, which Goddess willing, perhaps it won't.
Labels: staffing season