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Author Insight
Needless Loss of Life
I read today in the paper the details about what went wrong when the director of a movie was shot and killed by an actor shooting a gun on a movie set. I read about how little the producers cared about the well-being of the crew, how the people in the production office actually joked about how crew members said the drive home to and from the set was too long and arduous. The people who worked in the production office had t-shirts made mocking the crews’ requests for hotel rooms that were closer so they could get their proper rest. The girl handling the guns had almost no experience, everything moved too fast without regard for safety. No medic was on set and the food was less than adequate. I’ve never worked under those conditions. On a TV show when I was supposed to murder three people, my gun was not loaded, nevertheless, one of the actors I was supposed to shoot, moved my hand holding the gun, away from his chest and said, never point a gun that close at anyone. High budget, low budget, or in between, actors should be treated well in all aspects of filming, not just because they belong to a union but because they are human beings and deserve respect.
Book Excerpt
A Fate Worse Than Death
Rosemaria walked to her seat and acknowledged her friends who were giving her thumbs-ups and high fives. She sat down with a feeling of accomplishment. It felt nice being the center of attention. When she was younger, she’d hated having people look at her, but now it was okay. She thought of her mother onstage for two hours and all those lines she had to memorize. Rosemaria shuddered. She didn’t love performing that much. Her mind drifted away from Jaime’s lackluster reading of his paper to planning her birthday party, although it was over a week away. Her father and Priscilla’s mom always had to organize them because even though her mother meant well and said she’d help, Rosemaria always knew it would be up to her and other people. Her dad had insisted that he was ready for a party and looked forward to being surrounded by a little levity for a change. Her mother was back to concentrating on trying to get auditions, not getting any, and being depressed. Only Yvette seemed of any comfort to her. Oh well, Rosemaria had something to look forward to, and nothing could spoil that. She was going to be ten in a week and a half, and now that her father was going to be healthy, life was good.
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