I AM typing this on location of a shoot for a series of web commercials. I am playing a Malaysian banshee, wearing false nails that hinder my typing, draped in unwashed robes and a heavy wig that are clinging to my skin in jungle humidity, and getting sucked dry by mosquitoes. It is the fifteenth hour on set for the third day in a row, with another day to go tomorrow. I am hungry and falling asleep in between takes, even while the makeup artist paints my face.
Yet, I would not want to trade my position with anyone for anything.
