Have you ever had a passion about something so strong that it felt as if it would consume you? I feel that way constantly. As a writer, it comes in waves; one minute it seems as though sand is whirling around in my head, and then the next minute a tidal wave is crashing down. I honestly never know when the words will come naturally as I prefer forcing them to bend to my every whim. What makes this interesting is that I feel equally as passionate about acting as I do writing.
All morning long I have been pondering what I should write. Without any inspiration to pull from, I decided to look through two really old notebooks, covered in dust, and paper discolored. The words written in pencil by a troubled, love-sick teen had long since faded in the years of 1989-1990. If I were to write another "dear teen me letter", I would ask myself, "What in the hell is wrong with you?" I didn't read all of the lovestruck poetry because there was too much drivel
I can honestly say that this week has been incredibly rough; I have been sick, and I am still not back to being 100%. I think this week was the only week to be grateful I wasn't selected by one of the roles I'd submitted for; there would have been no way I could've worked on a set somewhere. Needless to say I'm now on the road to recovery, but being sick can sometimes bring you down emotionally and mentally. I have had too much time on my hands to think the worst, and become
I am so pleased to introduce a great guy that I've had the pleasure of working on set with, and I was super stoked when he agreed to be a guest on the show. Cris Pearson is in every sense of the word talented; he's a great comedian, but can also play that role of the perfect villain that you love to hate, making him quite versatile as an actor. I was able to get him to do some pretty cool impersonations, and share with me how he has managed to keep chasing his dreams of being