Inspired by winter slowly coming to an end, spring showing it’s first signs by birds singing and the air smelling of past and future at the same time and me finding some old poems and short stories on a memory stick, I decided to start writing again.
This time (once again) I’m starting a blog. I’ve actually done this a lot of times, but always with a certain claim to have people read it and me telling them about my life and how great it is. I tried to please everyone with what I wrote, always wanting to get some (only positive, please) feedback.
I’m too old for that shit. I desperately want to get away from this whole pleasing-others-nonsense.
So why a blog? An open blog, that everyone can read. I, mean, honestly that doesn’t fit together. I know. But, so what? It’s my stories. I can post them on the internet if I want to. And really it’s your own fault if you’re reading it. You’re just too curious.
You, like so many others, want to know what it’s like to be an aspiring (that’s a nice word for „not very successfull“) actress.
Well here are my everyday true and invented stories, anecdotes, experiences, successes, motivations and disappointments.