I almost threw in the towel on acting about ten years ago. Seriously, I was at a crossroads, ready to chuck my headshots and find a nice, quiet job managing a bookstore. The rejection was relentless. It felt like I was sending out hundreds of auditions a month and getting nothing back, zip, zilch. I was living off ramen noodles and hopeful phone calls that never came. I’d see other actors landing parts – sometimes parts I felt I was perfect for – and wondered why they got the gig and I didn’t. It’s a tough business, and honestly, most of the time it just doesn’t feel like it’s worth the emotional rollercoaster.
Then, out of the blue, came that audition. It wasn’t for a huge blockbuster, mind you, but a mid-level streaming series that had a great script. The character, a cynical detective with a hidden heart of gold, just clicked with me. I spent actual days with no sleep crafting the monologue, pouring every
