I read Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar when I was 12. I loved it, or at least I pretended that I understood enough of it to love it because I thought that would make me cool.
I had been writing and performing awful plays and forcing my family to watch them since I was about 6. Theatre was this amazing, exciting thing where I could tell stories and maybe find a way to connect with people.
Eventually I discovered film, and TV, and voiceover, and a myriad of other ways to do art. I also managed to find adventure in my real life by living on three continents and acquiring an eclectic list of hobbies. Jacobean crewelwork, anyone?
I’m still just a kid who wants to make art and share it with people, but now I’m better at it. Mostly.