Writing
If I Wasn’t a Writer…
I’d be acting on stage

This is in response to Sherry McGuinn’s prompt from her story “If I Wasn’t a Writer…”
If I wasn’t a writer, I’d be acting. On stage, most likely, since I was never the kind of pretty that makes its way onto the big screen. (At least I never had to worry about Harvey Weinstein.) I might have even made it to Broadway by now. Yeah, I’m that good. Leads in school plays, local awards, glowing reviews, a paid gig, I had ’em all.

But, because I can write, I had a creative outlet that allowed me to forego the lean years waitressing in NYC, taking dance classes and singing lessons, going on the road with second-string productions, and doing the obligatory stint on a cruise ship.
If I all I could be was an actor, it’s all I would have wanted to do, but because I can write, I didn’t have to. That proved to be an advantage. I may have missed out on fame and fortune, but I get to sleep in my own bed.
Actors have to go where the work is, but by choosing to write, I could work anywhere. I have a stable relationship and was able to be home for my kid. That’s not always possible with a professional acting career.

The paid gig was on an award-winning interactive children’s TV show in Columbus, Ohio. I beat out 74 other actors for the role. I was on it for a year.
I’ve also appeared in community theater productions and served on the board of a musical theater company.
Earlier this year, I was in rehearsals for a play that shut down in March due to what my castmate Shaun calls, “The Big Dumb Thing.”
I haven’t entirely given up my dream of acting stardom. Who knows? Maybe I’ll write myself a terrific role in a play that makes it to Broadway. I’m keeping my options open.
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