So the gothic rock horror musical I’ve been working on opens Sept. 16th. Have I not mentioned it? That’s because I’m always in rehearsal. Or cooking. Those are the only two things I do when I’m not doing any of my other three days jobs.

But there it is: two weeks to opening. And although my character is small, the composer is already writing a spinoff for a dark-night series the theater produces. I’m a little too tired to be excited, but I’ll be there when and where they want me to be. Because, at the end of the day, I’m a performer. And someone’s writing a tiny musical because I’m awesome. Something to remember on these (many) days when I’m feeling low about it all.