A Night to Remember

13th of November, 2025

Yes. Yesterday. (As I’m writing this.)

I had my first piece of dramatic writing for the theatre produced.

The playwright/monologue writer (me) pre-show

I wrote a monologue, submitted it to a call out, was accepted and then a lovely actor and director performed my words in front of a paying audience. In London!

My writing journey has been long and non-linear to say the least but for over 5 years I have wanted to write something that actors would perform on stage.

My MA in Creative Writing graduation was on Monday and on Thursday my first monologue was produced, but it wasn’t really as quick or easy as it may sound. I wrote and performed sketch comedy in Chicago for years pre-2020. Because of layoffs in 2020, I decided to move home with my parents and try to recalibrate. I tried to find marketing work, then UX work and when that failed I turned to the things I knew best — talking and animals. I spent years tutoring English and pet sitting. All the while I was still dreaming of writing for the stage. It was a thought I’d had many times over the last decade or so, but it seemed silly and impossible. After years of dreaming with little action, I decided that I should take my savings and invest in myself. I’d pursue an MA so that I could learn how to write plays. I decided on London because I wanted a theatre scene that had a variety of levels and a tradition of supporting artists. I have learned so much and written quite a bit in this last year. I wrote a short play (about 40-minutes long) and a full-length play (60-ish minutes). I also wrote several short duologues (2-person scenes) that have been published by a couple of different journals. It feels like a good start.

I’ve spent a lot of time stressed and crying this last year. Sometimes it was because I was worried I wasn’t good enough at writing and sometimes it was financial stress. Luckily, I’ve had the support of my classmates throughout. My September Girlies who would read my work and give me feedback and compliments and cheer me on every time I submitted something. Their encouragement along with that of my thesis advisor, Dr Matt Morrison, kept me pushing through.

So yesterday, when I saw the lovely actor performing my words on stage while I was sitting next to my director it was glorious.

My piece, Martina is Breathing, was performed as part of the Pass It On programme from Yellow Coat Theatre Company. I am so grateful for their support and encouragement.

Me somehow sitting in the centre of the Q&A portion of the Thursday performance of Pass It On with the directors, actors and producers

This opportunity was so affirming and connecting. I can’t wait to make more theatre!

I guess it’s time to get to editing older pieces and outlining some new ones! 🎭

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Thanks to everyone who got me here and here’s to the next adventure — no matter how big or small!

Works in Progress

It’s been close to 2 years since I last posted here.

I’ve been busy writing and tutoring and dog sitting and moving to a new country.

This week, I caught up with a friend I met in an acting class in Chicago over 10 years ago. She and I are both studying master’s degrees in London and even though we haven’t seen each other in person in a very long time it was amazing to see a familiar face.

To catch you up, a bit like I caught her up, since 2023 I’ve been making money by tutoring and dog sitting (both of which I love) while trying to find a job and figure out how to also pursue a career as a writer. Yeah, it’s a lot, but I’ve never known how to choose just one thing.

I decided earlier this year to apply to graduate schools in the UK and Ireland for writing. I applied to several programs in creative writing and playwriting. I got into two of them. I decided on the one in London. My student visa was approved about 3 weeks before I needed to arrive. I found a friend to crash with for my first week and another for the next 2 weeks. Then I found a woman looking for a lodger and I’ve been here since. Unfortunately, it’s not permanent so one of my works in progress is finding a place to live.

In that time, I also started my course in creative writing. So I’ve been reading and writing a lot. I’ve got fiction, playwriting and a class about the writing business. Oh, and I’m working on a student literary magazine and learning how to be an editor (but not for pay). Oh oh, and I rewrote the magazine’s website (well, most of it because I’m not quite finished). So my school work works in progress are a short play, 3 short stories, the magazine, the website and a presentation.

You might think that would be plenty.

But I also have been job searching. I’m legally allowed to work 20 hours a week and I have experience in writing, marketing, theatre and retail. The trouble is that finding any job is a challenge and a part time one isn’t much easier. So getting a job is (I think) my last work in progress. For now.

I’m also trying to maintain my friendships and build new ones. And adjust to living in a new country.

I’ve lived in the UK before but I was 5 years old when I left and it’s only been 2 years since I was last here visiting, but trying to make a life and not just exist in a place is a bit different. So maybe that’s my last work in progress. To make a life here. And I don’t think that one will end any time soon.

One of my friends was visiting London and we spent a lovely day together and she took this amazing photo of me.❤️

Me and Tourism

I’ve been thinking about tourism.

While traveling around Europe and the UK, I frequently have people remark to me that I don’t seem American. 

Trying to be cute while being completely confused about how others see me.

I somehow look like I live wherever I happen to be. 

Note: Since I’ve never been anywhere outside North America and Europe, the sample size of test locations isn’t huge.

I haven’t had much opportunity to travel in my life. Until this trip, I had only been to the US and the UK. And I had lived in both. I also have never really fit in anywhere. Which is part of the reason I’m surprised when people think I’m from Europe. Especially if those people happen to be European.

I know that Europeans aren’t a monolith. But I’ve had people from several countries tell me they think I seem like I’m from several European countries. 

The other strange phenomenon I experience when traveling is that people walk up to me to ask for directions. Like a lot. I don’t even think I’m that great with directions, but I seem to have perfected my ‘I know where I’m going’ face well enough that I’ve been approached within minutes of arriving in a place I’ve never been by someone who is lost over a dozen times at this point.

Anyway, back to tourism. I rarely get treated as if I’m a tourist. This is mostly positive for me. The only real negative is people speaking to me in languages that I don’t understand (or don’t understand well). And that’s only a bit embarrassing. 

I also rarely feel like a tourist. 

I approach travel as a way to experience life differently than my everyday. I like to explore a new destination, but mostly live as a local. I’m always on the lookout for a place that feels like I could live there. (I feel I should mention again that I’ve never felt like I fit in anywhere.) This is why housesitting/petsitting has been great for me. I can live in a home in a neighborhood instead of a hotel in a business district. 

So I enjoy slow or long-term travel as a way to sort of test out living in a place while also expanding my worldview and experiencing new things. I do also take myself on what I call “tiny adventures” sometimes. So I make a day or half day of visiting something a bit outside the daily routine things and sometimes more touristy.

While I was staying in The Hague, I took an adventure day to Amsterdam. I knew it would be busy and full of tourists so I left my bike at Den Haag Centraal (the train station). I intended on eating lunch, visiting a museum or 2 and having dinner before taking the ~1 hour journey back home. 

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I started with a lovely pancake near the train station in Amsterdam (with a 20-ish minute wait — Cheers to being solo! Everyone else waited a lot longer.) Then, as I ventured farther into the city I began to have to dodge tourists who were either careless or clueless about how to move about a European city. Several times someone would stop in traffic or walk into traffic and I'd roll my eyes and think, “Ugh. Tourists!” I’d immediately feel weird about that thought because I’m a tourist too. But then I’d stop in a shop and speak to the locals greeting them in Dutch (that’s basically all my Dutch, though) and be met with friendliness that made me feel like maybe I wasn’t like all the other tourists.

Delicious gluten-free pancake with lemon and sugar!

It feels weird to want to take responsibility for being a good tourist while simultaneously distancing yourself from other tourists. Tourism isn’t a bad thing in and of itself. Bad tourist behavior is bad. Acting like your tourism is the only thing that matters to a local community is bad (and untrue). Treating people who work in the service industry poorly is bad. Traveling to places where the locals are asking you not to travel is bad.

We need to think about how to be good tourists. We need to consider ourselves as part of the world community. We need to listen. We need to be respectful and kind. And we also need to acknowledge that travel is a privilege. Even if we saved money for years and sacrificed to be able to take our trip of a lifetime, that is a privilege.

Trying to soak in the summer in a park in Amsterdam by taking selfies.

So I enjoy my pancakes and fries and readily available public transit while remembering how big of a deal it is that I can.

I can almost smell them again.

Follow along if you like and remember — Even tiny adventures matter.