Another week has flown by and I just took a sneak peak at some submissions that were made through our postings on Actors Access, Now Casting, and Casting Networks. We’ve received over 300 submissions for a few of our English speaking roles and fraction of that for our Japanese speaking roles.
Where are all the Los Angeles Japanese speaking actors? I’ve managed to get some casting flyers out to the local Los Angeles area Japanese markets while I post ads on sites like Vivinavi and Craigslist. I’ve also sent in casting ads to Rafu Shimpo and Nikkan San as well but numbers are low.
Looks like casting for my leads is going to continue.
There’s an overwhelming amount of work I may have under estimated and I’m realizing I really need to get some help organizing and executing the next steps I have to make.
I could pay you with gratitude and really bad haikus…
No? Thought I’d ask anyway…
I’ve also realized that in spending time to research my film, search for a cast, look up ways to find my audience, and everything else…, I’ve become some what of a hikikomori myself.
Now, mind you, I was never a social butterfly to start with. I can count my closest friends on one hand and still have space left over. But, maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Some one once told me, “The older you get, the fewer friends you have.” Maybe I saw it in a movie or tv show… Either way, I don’t doubt that. Time is a great way to measure your relationship to people around you and directly involved with you.
Maybe that’s why family is so important.
If the internet had been what it is now when I was in middle school, I may have grown up to be a completely different person. Middle school was a complete and total nightmare for me so I stayed inside watching movies and cartoons when I wasn’t in school. They were my sanctuary; my escape.
I felt as though if someone wasn’t picking on me they were thinking of ways to pick on me. I was one of the smallest guys in class and I felt like my biggest fault was that I was too trusting or nice to my peers. It wasn’t that I was grossly naive, I actually believed (and still do) what my father once told me, “Treat people how you want to be treated.” Apparently no one else’s parents (I thought) was telling their kids that. Or if they were, the he/she was not listening.
I dunno’… I shouldn’t ramble on.
I’ve got head shots and resumes to look through.