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You think, in the fourth year of this journal, I'd have something approximating a FAQ, or perhaps some sort of biography page, or fact sheet. Mostly I just never got around to doing those things, but I think there was a piece of me that wanted you to read, in spite of what those factoids were -- what sort of economic background, what my politics are, my sexual preference, etc. etc. etc. I figured reading the stories on this site would be enough to sate the occasional visitor. Over the years it seems I've been proven right, or maybe no one bothers telling me what they'd like to really know, for I never really do get asked about the particulars. I like it this way, even though I'd not be averse to telling the world what kind of shampoo I use, my favorite cheese, my shoe size, and how often I buy DVDs. Here's the basics, though: I'm in my late twenties, I live in the city of Chicago, I am mostly freelancing for work, caught in that strange limbo between the freedom from corporate shackles and the horrors of having no real health insurance. I am a writer, I suppose, since I have gotten paid for it in the past, and I am also an ersatz web designer, using the skills I've developed at this site to pretend that I have any sort of skill out there in the land of e-commerce. I am also an actress, a performer, a singer, a public speaker. Theater is a huge passion, so much so that inbetween worrying about money and about what the hell I am doing on this big rock they call Earth, I sometimes allow myself to pursue it. Feh. My most recent roles were Betty Meeks from The Foreigner, and Hucklebee, from The Fantasticks. I tend to get cast as mothers, funny sidekicks, or the best friend of the leading lady. I am looking to break out of that typecasting - my goal is to achieve this not by changing my self, but challenging directors to change their thinking. Eh, some days I am more hopeful than others. Glitter is a rather girly name to give to a journal, and I don't blame you at all if you thought that reading this would be a journey through hellish cutesy graphics and dreamy, badly-spelled entries expounding on my latest deep poem and the cute shirt I just bought from Bebe. However, glitter is one of those strange little products that strikes me as indicative of my mark on the world. Glitter sparkles and shines with a luminescence that can be very real at times, and at others a cheap imitation, a false glimmer. Glitter gets into all the nooks and crannies, and can be gritty and annoying. Glitter is also practically unchangeable, and continues to shine wherever it lands, retaining its essence, I guess, as it sticks to paper, collects in corners, sits in tightly-capped vials. I guess I am hoping to capture that about me which is most likely to persevere, to contain itself in times of adversity. Even those qualities that are not pretty are still valuable, and I want to recognize that and accept that and remember it and echo it. I write about it here, and I hope (against hope, sometimes), that it will all make sense to me down the road some months, some years. Consider this your invitation to come along. Stay for a while, come back when you like. Communities and things:
< ? NaNoWriMo Journalers # > + I also finished 50, 000 words in November 2001, qualifying me for this:
I also keep a livejournal, for the times when my updates are a bit more sporadic, or I don't have enough that I want to say in a full-scale entry. Go there for tidbits and random thoughts. In the first quarter of 2001, I was nominated for Best Romantic Entry, as well as a site nomination for Best Use of Multimedia. Although it would have tickled my mother (and me!) pink to have won the former, I did win the latter. It's all good. Oh, and you can also CLIX me. Back to Glitter. |
