WIT Voices

Hi everyone! I’ve been threatening to contribute to this site for a while but, sadly, didn’t feel I had anything to say. So now I will say little, and just include a very short essay I wrote once that I used for a monologue of a sort years ago. Also, after finally getting my VO demos together and submitting to various and sundry agents, I ended up getting cast in two grad films (SAG approved) simultaneously and have an interview with a commercial on-camera agent in a few days. Just when I thought it was safe to let myself go …

In any case, here is the little piece I wrote in a writing workshop ages ago. I warn you it is a bit dark, but I thought I’d start with this, and in a future post share more uplifting pieces!

“Leaving” by Carol Anne Seflinger

He had worked so hard for so long to be an actor, yet most of it after all was

behind the scenes. The classes, the photo sessions, the manufactured résumés, the

altered nose and teeth–so many initiation rites an anthropologist would be

dumbfounded. And now Stanley Razminovich was at a point in his life where he finally

had to say,”Enough!” It is not working, it never had and it never will. A five-foot

two-inch, three hundred pound actor in L.A. is beyond an anomaly.

And so he packed up his meager trifling mementos, the few theatrical reviews he

did get always misspelled his name, anyway. He dragged them down the three

flights to the basement of his Cahuenga walk-up, created a pictorial pyre

of played-out dreams in the center of the basement floor, poured gasoline all over

his 8×10 glossies, stood in the middle of them, lit a match and started his best

re-creation of Hamlet’s Soliloquy.