Eyes on the flag got accepted into a playwright festival on the lower east side at Thanksgiving! It’s a big deal and a big step for me but probably ultimately not huge? I’m pretty sure the guy didn’t even read it and just accepted it. I kind of feel like…

I’m still here. Still writing. Still submitting. I havent had a white guy check in in a while. I recently submitted Eyes to the NY theater winterfest. They posted they were looking for submissions on a rotational basis (rolling, i assume) but they never once mentioned it was for a…

Just now I put out a plea to my friends to come for a table read of my play Eyes so that I can submit it to theatre of note in LA and hope that kirsten vangsness falls in love with it and demands she direct it on their main stage in the fall. Can’t wait for nobody to respond except for my one friend in Canada who can’t come over because she’s in a different country…..

I failed. I knew that Juilliard was going to reject me but some small part of me still pretended that they wouldn’t. And it hurts. It hurts more than I expected. I knew seeing the words in black and white would cut me. There was no reason why. Just a…

What a jinxed week. Had my first playwritght festival this week. Finally, being accepted into a show that an actual actor will memorize and perform in front of (on zoom) my friends and family! I was through the ROOF with people saying they registered to support me! …

This morning I got a message saying that my murderous play, Evening Etiquette, was picked for a Women’s History Month short play festival. My first play produced! I told my temp coworker Tyler about the play and why I am excited about it being presented as a Refusing to be…

As opposed to my beloved MCR’s I’m not okay. I think that I have come to terms with not being accepted into Juilliard. It’s not because I didn’t get in, but I haven’t heard. I know a lot of colleges are currently doing interviews for new students. I remember my…

About bullshit. I feel so lonely. On Christmas my dad dropped a bomb of me of epic emotional turmoil proportions. My cousin and I were talking about college and the stupidity of it all and the Vampire Diaries and just a random mishmash about school and vampires and our niece…

It’s been a long time, journal page that nobody reads except one guy. I applied to Juilliard. I did that. I didn’t tell Chris. He still has no idea that I applied for a Playwriting Artist’s Diploma year-long intensive writing Master’s program in New York City. …