I have a list. It's not a happy list, or a list of things to do. It's a running tally of the number of rejections I've had since I've been in Utah. I'm up to 20. TWENTY. I'm not including submissions to auditions where I sent in a headshot/resume and never heard back. I'm only listing auditions where I put on my cute dress and high heels and ( Read more... )

Here I am, settled into my Utah abode for the next 3 months at least ( Read more... )

I don't want to get into TMI ( Read more... )

And I still am ( Read more... )

It's been an excellent day, so far ( Read more... )

When I'm in the middle of a choreographing stint, like I am right now, I walk around in dance clothes all day, with my hair pulled back. I like this. It gives me purpose. It makes me feel like I am somebodyNot to say that I'm not somebody ordinarily. But I love the feeling of doing something that I actually trained and studied for. So many of ( Read more... )

It's now Saturday morning in this crazy house ( Read more... )