If you’re reading this, bless your heart.

I’m embarking on this little journey of a blog as an outlet to run my mouth. After all, running is excellent exercise, but you’ll never catch me hitting the pavement. I am top tier at running my mouth. Fit as a fiddle and all that.

I fancy myself an actor. In truth, I do community theater as a hobby. I have a real job, which for not-getting-fired purposes I shall not disclose here. My passion, though, it acting and so it is a perfect hobby. Plays, musical theater – I love to tell stories. I have started writing three different plays that I haven’t finished (oh, and now this blog).

There are so many things that entertain me about community theater. I live adjacent to a fairly large southern city with an incredible pool of local talent and quite a few theaters where that talent can shine. Still, the pond gets small when egos get inflated. No one seems to understand they can’t be the only diva cast in a town full of divas. If you want to headline your own show, get a Vegas residency.

I wish directors were aware of the ridiculous behavior of some actors so they would not cast them. I say that, and I know for a fact some directors know about the behavior and still toss parts to these people that other actors don’t want to work with. Blaming your bad attitude and inability to learn your lines/music/blocking on anything and anyone other than yourself is not helpful and not a good look. Telling another actor her body obviously will never be right again because she had a baby so she can’t play a certain role or be sexy makes you unpleasant to work with. Advising an actor to audition for a different show as a backup plan because you have the show you are both interested in on lock – let’s just call it what it is – a dick move.

On the flip side, there are directors in this town with plenty of dick moves of their own. Manipulation, indiscretions, and some with even cult-like behavior. Some directors have a following that will show up in droves anytime they have a project. Other directors no one will show up for because everyone knows they precast even though they deny it to the hilt.

I think I’ll use this space to air all of that dirty theater laundry. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. I won’t use names and no one will know who I’m talking about. I mean, this isn’t Patti LuPone/Audra McDonald level spats. Well, maybe only to us…