The Spielberg Possibilty

I was stuck in traffic today going to an acting studio that usually takes me 15 minutes and it took me two hours. I was honked at by angry drivers, yelled at by the homeless guy who was peeing on the wall, and showed up just in time to my acting workshop where a Hollywood big wig pointed out all the things that I needed to work on before he would even consider me for a role. Sigh...

Why do I live here again?

I get that question a lot. Why, why do you choose to live in a city that seems so…harsh, so mean, so filled with smog, smut, traffic, gangs, heat, criticism, and misplaced egos? And I say to them: I don’t know.

I may not like a lot of things about LA but for some reason I know that this is where I need to be right now. Plus, where else can you get Thai Green Curry at 4 in the morning, hop in your car and be at the beach in 30 minutes, and have the chance, every single day, to wake up and maybe, just maybe, have this be the day Steven Spielberg discovers you getting a grande non-fat iced vanilla latte at Starbucks. If your reading this Steven, I’m there at 9 am.

That keeps me going. That possibility.

I told my friend that I was starting a blog and she said, “You and everyone else.” Maybe, but mine will be different, special, important, and picked up for a movie option, right? Probably not. But it’s fun and gives me some much needed perspective. So thanks for reading, and welcome to the very first installment of this midwest girl's life in Hollywood…..Uff Da.