Until the (not so) Fat Lady Sings

It's a time of transition.
I caught a reminder of what I loved and left behind for art.  So I need to be doing more to make it worthwhile.
I've written a play this month, and am in the middle of writing two other projects.  I'm redoing my headshots so I can audition with my blue hair; I know it limits how more mainstream casting directors see me, but honestly small indie films are perfect and all that I can realistically do right now with a full time job.  Even just auditioning is acting.  And I've realized that no matter what art I develop -photography, my abstract art, needlepoint, my ukulele chops, even writing- it'll never be enough if I'm not acting.
To get to have someone else's passion coursing though my veins, to speak their words, to know how their life begins and ends and to try to do their soul justice: it's what has inspired me always.

I've always known, now it's time to prove it.