I have a Master’s degree in Creative Nonfiction from the
University of Memphis, where I discovered that teaching Composition Writing to
college freshman is my dream job, and by dream, I mean nightmare. After graduation, I moved to New York to
pursue an MFA in Playwriting at New School University’s Actors Studio Drama
School. For reasons I am legally bound
from discussing (no, seriously), I did not complete my MFA. (Hint: It wasn’t me, really. The program which was called “Actors Studio
Drama School” when I started, is now called “The New School of Drama.” You can draw your own conclusions.) I ran back home to Memphis with my tail
between my legs.
Two years ago, I had the brilliant idea to move to Chicago
at the not so fresh age of (mind-your-own-business) and start over from scratch
as an actor, so I did. Here I subject
myself to various forms of rejection on a regular basis and chant my mantra, one day… one day….
I also spend an inordinate amount of time cleaning up cat
vomit, generously provided by Stella.
This is Stella:
Why yes, she is
beautiful. Thank you. She also pukes a lot and has the most
unbelievably foul-smelling poops ever created.
I am currently in talks with the Pentagon about weaponizing her poo for the
purposes of national defense. The
initial research shows promise. I will
keep you all informed.
