Mouse Work.

There is certain rhythm that you fall into once you do enough work. The cycle of audition, rejection, audition, then (hopefully) small success. Rinse and repeat. I was obviously over the moon about this job, but I knew in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t amount to much. But to me, it was everything. … Continue reading Mouse Work.

Thirty Two.

I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been writing these now, but it’s been a while. I’ve spent so much time at coffee shops now that it seems if the very fibers of my clothes are infused with the smell of coffee. It’s not a bad thing per say, but it really informs you of … Continue reading Thirty Two.