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ELI JAMES is an actor, writer, songwriter and standup in New York.

His Broadway credits include the National Theatre of Great Britain's "One Man, Two Guvnors," directed by Nicholas Hytner, and Alex Timbers's and Michael Friedman's "Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson." His solo show "William and the Tradesmen" has been performed at Ars Nova, La Mama, and The Drilling Company. Further stage credits include "Rutherford and Son" and "Temporal Powers" at The Mint, "The Four of Us" at Manhattan Theatre Club, "Becky Shaw" at Boston’s Huntington Theater, and the world premiere of Jason Grote’s "Maria/Stuart," directed by Pam McKinnon. His TV credits include "Gossip Girl," "Lights Out," and "Murder in Manhattan." He co-founded, wrote and performed with the sketch comedy group Quiet Library at The Upright Citizens Brigade Theater, and currently performs with improv team Pleading Softly. His essay "Finding the Beat" was published in the Random House collection "Twentysomething Essays by Twentysomething Writers," a Boston Globe Bestseller.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Advice to the Indoor Boy

THIS IS AN EARLY EXCERPT from my book "Indoor Boy." I just wanted to say that in case you thought the following was real advice.

Stay up later, sleep less. Eat in; do everything else out. Put your face in the atmosphere sixteen hours a day. Bounce things off people. Listen longer. Love lighter. Stay shorter. Don’t sleep over. Don’t hold hands, and if you must - not too late into the day. Walk with a posse. Leave the smile on your face. You’ll need it. You’ve been blessed. You act, sing, and write. The kind of focus you think you need, the kind you’re worried you don’t have, is the narrow kind. There are others. Focus can be generous. Let it fall on everything. Know that money will come - even when you can’t hold down a daytime job because of auditions, and can’t hold down a nighttime job because of shows. Movement will happen – even when you’re standing stuck on the subway, waiting for a mound of ice to melt on the Manhattan Bridge. A tropical gust will blow in your direction, and you will parasail over it all. Over public transportation and the hard people of this town. For to reach the outdoor strata, an indoor boy must crawl out of his cave on his belly towards the light, and ultimately abandon who he is and all he knows. You will be glad you burned your candle. Your life will be one fun thing after another.
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