April 2012 I left London because I could no longer afford to live there. I couldn’t find work (acting or otherwise) nor could I justify having my family support me (that exchange rate, Jesus). I was relieved to go home, the weight of not being able to afford rent and half the time food was lifted from my shoulders. Then it hit me. I had failed. My plan to live and perform in London was shot. I went home with my tail between my legs. At least that’s how it felt. That experienc

I’m a chronic dropper. Samsung’s Gorilla Glass is the only reason I still have a phone or a tablet (you’d think they were slathered in butter with the way they slip out of my hands). But what I drop best are projects. Like super easy for me to do. Either some fresher idea comes along or I hit a point of frustration and find myself so far behind schedule that I just give up. My jogging plan lasted a full week and a half, my 2 NaNoWriMo winning novels are hanging out on my hard

So a couple weeks ago I applied for my first staff writer position. Terrifying. I didn’t get the job but I thought I’d share the article I submitted for consideration. I don’t think it’s quite up to snuff but it’s the first time I’ve submitted any of my writing for professional consideration (I’m taking that as a win). Enjoy y’all. Love, The EGOTist 3 Things That’ll Totally Kill the Mood in Your Interview Congratulations! You’ve been screened and out of hundreds of candidates