And it's been awhile...

Cue music from Staind. 

Whoops. I can't believe nearly 3 months have flown by since my last post. I promise I'm doing productive stuff: readying to publish my first novel, entertaining at a world renowned theme park, and paying off debt! Guess which one is the most adult thing on that list? Lol. 

I've been struggling with hard choices lately. Whoever said adulthood is fun, lied. I want my childhood back, dammit! *shifty eyes* I mean...darnit...

Anyway, Yes. It's been a while. I'll try to make sure that doesn't happen again. I'm thinking about starting a YouTube channel. I mean, I kind of already did, but I got distracted and didn't keep up with it...kind of like this blog...hmm. There's a pattern, I think. But really! YouTube blogs are so much more personal than a website blog. It's much more present and personal, and I think that would be a better way of sharing things. That, and vlogs have the ability to be backed with music. And music is better than silence, so, yeah. Be on the lookout for vlogs.

Maybe. What do y'all even like watching? Random Beanboozled-type videos or "here is my breakfast" type videos? LOL.

Just kidding!

But really. Which ones?


Just wait.

I'd mentioned a few posts back about auditioning, and while exhilarating for some (like it is for me), it can be nerve-wracking. Why? Well, aside from the fact that your audition starts from the moment you walk through the door, you've got ONE shot to sell yourself, to prove that you're the girl (or guy!) they're looking to cast.


This particular post is about an audition I had about a month ago, and a callback I had on January 17th (my birthday). What happened during that time was this: During the actual audition, there was a small room with three casting directors. They had us line up in five rows, and they asked us who our favorite animated characters are (Chip+Dale=bomb). While we were answering, they were typing us out. The people who didn't fit the type they were looking for went home and I'd made it through to the Animation Round. Woot!

Again, we all filed into rows, but this time, each row would be portraying a different animal. One was assigned a turtle, another a T-Rex, my group had to be zebras, and I don't quite remember the fourth group's assignment.


They then added we were supposed to be proud zebras. So I threw on the sass (I mean, proud=sassy obvi...)! I strutted across the room and did my thing and felt like a total fool (if you feel foolish, you're doing it right). 

Once the groups were done, and there were about 30 of us at this point, we had to file out and once again step outside while they deliberated for what felt like half an hour (but it was probably only ten).

A woman came out and thanked us for auditioning, and if they called our number, to follow her, and if not, to stay where we were.

They didn't call my number.

Y'all, my heart SANK. At another famous theme park company, their elimination process goes differently. If they call your number, you stay and if they don't, you leave. So that's what I was expecting here. I was with four other girls and one guy that I'd befriended who hadn't been called either, and every single one of us were bummed. 

And then we watched as the group of called numbers LEAVE THE AUDITION.

We all instantly perked up. "Do you think...?" "Wait, what?" "Holy crap!" 

"We'd like to call those of you remaining back to be fitted (that day happened to be my birthday)," she said.


The 17th came and went and we were told we'd hear back within three weeks. So I waited. And waited. And another audition came up for another role with Universal. I got a callback for that as well—sweet! And after that, I waited two days before I got an email. I checked it and it had said, "You are no longer in consideration for these roles."

Well, wait a second. This second audition I had only been fitted for two characters, but I'd also auditioned for another role (the birthday audition), and had been fitted for five.

Cue my confusion—and massive nerves. What about that first audition?

"Don't freak out yet," one of my friends said. "The email subject said the one audition, not both. Don't freak yet."

Okay, wise friend. Good point. I accepted that I didn't get the second audition, but you can understand my confusion, right? I mean, I'd auditioned for two things, and immediately heard back on the second—and it was a rejection of more than one role. So what about that first audition?!

A week passes. 

More nerves.

"No news is good news," said another friend.

More calming words. 

Nearly three weeks had passed, and I was starting to accept that maybe I didn't get the initial thing I'd auditioned for—the birthday callback. Which made the memory of my 25th a little sour.

But, there was a voice saying, "Don't lose hope just yet. Just wait."

So I did just that...because what else was I supposed to do? I wasn't about to contact them and risk pissing them off, so I kept my mouth shut and waited another three days. I was sitting at my laptop when I got the email. And I screamed.

Y'all, you don't understand how GOOD it feels to be cast. Unless you're an actor, then you totally get it. That YES, I'M DOING SOMETHING RIGHT WITH MY LIFE sense of utter euphoria that rushes over you in continuous waves? Yeah. There's nothing like it.

I'm super stoked to announce that until I can get back over to California, I'll be working in Entertainment at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida.

Shelving and writing.


So, they say you're never supposed to publish your first novel. You're probably thinking, "What?! You wrote a freaking book! What do you mean you're not SUPPOSED to publish it?" 

I felt the same way, reader. But here's the thing: after doing several rereads, having several others read, having it edited, re-edited, and edited it yet again, I'm starting to understand. The issue with one's first novel (and I can say this because I now have two WIPs in the works), is that you're constantly working it. It seems never-ending, like it'll never be good enough, like it'll never be READY.

And to be honest, I just don't think this first novel is that good. There's a lot I love about it, don't get me wrong, but I completely overhauled it. I converted the POV from third to first (talk about a daunting task), deleted tons of scenes, changed a plot, got rid of one plot device, and in the midst of all this TLC, I can't help but wonder if I've ruined it. And I think I might have. 

And that's fine.

I wrote this first book just to see if I could even WRITE a book.  And I did, and I've caught yet another bug. I'm now working on two more. I'll be shelving Book One. Maybe it'll see the light of day one day, but I'll be working hard to complete Books Two and Three in the meantime.

(And no, not at the same time. I don't have a death wish.)

One Year.

A year ago today, I'd spent my first whole day in Los Angeles, California after throwing caution to the wind. I'd packed up my entire life into my little civic (RIP, Lucy). Floor to roof—save for my blind spots—every inch of space of that car was filled. I drove from Florida to California, making one stop in Texas for a recharge before continuing on. I woke up this morning (last year) to quite literally the most stunning sunrise I'd ever seen in my life.

That photo in my Photos section? The one where I'm "holding" the sun? That picture is from that morning. It's on my Instagram titled, The future is in your hands. Or something like that. My memory sucks.

But, flash-forward to September, to making another cross-country trip home. Flash-forward to today, to family circumstances, and I'm back in Florida. I have every intention of moving back. Every intention of moving back to what quickly became my true home—once I take care of matters here. Dreams can wait. They'll always be there. But, loved ones? There's no guarantee that they will be.

Family comes first. Always. And mine needs me right now. 


The crap-side to auditioning.

Auditioning is exciting. Fresh choices, lines, a very small audience in the form of your casting director and his (or her!) minions, in a very small room. I love it. I mean, I don't love the initial nerves, but the second I walk through the door, the audition starts and my anxiety dissipates. You give it your all and you rock it.

And when you get a callback, saying you've got the talent they were looking for?

There is nothing sweeter—aside from actually being cast, of course.

In one of my acting classes a few years back, my mentor told me, "Talent gets you the callback. TYPE gets you cast."

Meaning, you could have absolutely NAILED your audition: you emitted the very essence of what they were looking for in the character they want to cast, BUT, if you're not WHAT they're looking for, then it really doesn't matter—and that sucks, because you literally can't control that. You might get rejected for being too short, too tall, too auburn, too blonde, too awkward, too this, too that and IT. SUCKS. I just got rejected from one of the roles I'd had a callback in. No explanation as to why (which is expected, but still). It stings. 

But, perseverance pays off and eventually I'll be cast because I gave them what they wanted, and I fit the physicality of the character they're looking for. 

Keep moving forward.



I've been performing since I was in the second grade. During senior year, I decided to audition for my high school's spring musical, Footloose. I was also a cheerleader, and it was the middle of our competitive season. Auditioning for any of the leading roles was impossible, but I knew that I wanted to be a part of it. I had that feeling. You know that one, right? The one that says, you won't want to miss this. So I auditioned. I don't have a powerful voice, I mean, ask anyone and they'll tell you, "She doesn't have that great of a voice." But, like I said, the feeling to audition was there, and I did, and I was cast as a featured dancer, dancing in the majority of the numbers and having a ball doing it. They even added some tumbling into the choreography, which was pretty cool for the three cheerleaders that were cast.

The musical was a hit, the leading actors were beyond talented, the cast bonded extremely well, and the musical was a hit. With the final, standing ovation, I felt it. The adrenaline rush. The goosebumps. I'd gotten bit by the bug.

Flash forward 6 years, past obtaining a theatre degree and SAG-eligibility, and I'd done it. I'd moved to California. Family circumstances brought me home, but I have every intention of moving back. I loved it, truly. 

Until then though, I'll be auditioning for two of the world's biggest theme parks' Entertainment operations. I've actually got a callback for Universal tonight. 

Tech-savvy, I am not.


I'm sort of tech-savvy, sort of have no idea what I'm doing when it comes the tech world and website-building. It's been fun so far, and I like what I've come up with in regards to my site! That being said, I think I'll stick to writing. Speaking of...

I can't believe I'm working on my second novel. It's about 20K words as of yet, but there's just so much STORY that I might have to write two books to tell it—which is both exciting and daunting. You know how that goes, fellow writers. "What if I don't split it at the right part?" "What happens if the pacing is off?" That sort of thing.

But I'm writing. I'm creating. 

It isn't easy, but it sure as hell is fun.

Unlike website-building. That's frustrating.