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Hello midnight, my old friend…

Sunday, March 24th, 2013

And hello blog, it’s been awhile.

I know I say this way too much, but I’ve been busy. It’s good. I’ve officially launched Laughing Cat Productions on Facebook (website coming soon) and have started shooting for Callgirl of Cthulhu, which is a short I wrote and am producing/directing. I’m excited for spring and new developments happening in all areas of life… for example, I’ve been paid for creative work twice in the last week, which is something that I could get used to happening daily, and I am definitely getting closer to that point. And I have more auditions coming up too, including ones for several Fringe projects… it would be nice to do two years in a row of Fringe.

In life-news, I’m like 2 1/2 months out from my wedding, too… Thankfully, all the vendors I’ve been working with have been great! Recently, we decided on Bella Cakes for our wedding desserts, and I was lucky enough to win my flowers, courtesy of Elegant Baskets-Floral & Event Decor Studio. I’m also very excited to have my hair and makeup done day-of by Jamie Hudson at Glam Gorgeous.

Oh, and if you want to have a peek at what Greg and I have in our registry (which we just picked out today) it’s through The Bay, Registry #: 400108637939.

Also, I’ve had two thoughts brewing for awhile that I’ve been meaning to write about, especially for those of you who want to know more about being a successful creative person. One is something that I keep constantly re-discovering, that you absolutely have to know a) what you want and b) how valuable your time and skills are, in order to get the kind of work you want and to be paid accordingly for it. For me, I am happy to do charity shows without pay, provided the money goes to a cause I believe in, for example, but I have a very short list of projects I’d do “for free” at this stage in my career.

Secondly, and this goes for pretty much anyone anywhere… it really pisses me off to have one-sided artistic relationships, where people expect to get attention/support/have me attend their shows/plug their work/etc and then they disappear or go silent when I tell them about my work.
I know I’m not the only person to experience this, and for some reason it seems to be an exceptionally prevalent problem in Toronto where a lot of people are self-absorbed and only care about their own projects. (Straight-up, I know I’ve been guilty of tunnel-vision in the past too, and I am working at getting better at it.) Regardless of who you are, if I like what you’re doing I’ll want to support you in whatever you’re doing, but when you consistently never come to any of my shows and still expect me to come to yours… then you’re getting onto thin ice.
Same with sending Facebook pages to like, to be honest. I’ve been really innundated with “like my page” requests lately from people I never talk to and who (despite having been invited) have never come to a show or screening of mine or liked my Facebook pages. And I want to tell you all now – that’s just not cool. It’s not the way to build friendships OR fans, to be honest. I want to support everyone everywhere doing awesome art – but I can’t do one-sided, energy-leeching anything anymore.

In other words, the bottom line here is that you get what you give (and this doesn’t just go for people in creative fields) so give what you want to receieve.

That said, ranting aside, life has been pretty sweet for me as of late. I am super-grateful to everyone who’s been an active support to me (both in my career and personal life) to this point – you guys are seriously the best, and here’s to more to come, coz this ride’s just started. <3

I used to write beautiful words.

Monday, January 21st, 2013

My last year of high school, first year of university and on a little before that… I used to blog compulsively. Daily, sometimes hourly. They still exist in the chasm of the internet if you really know where to look. I wrote love letters to nobody and everyone and specific people all at once, and I think it’s time to start that again.

I’ve been nursing my way through The Artist’s Way, for one. It’s been great at getting me to figure out some of my hangups and to get me to just fucking create stuff rather than angst about it. Still lots of things I want to develop but I’m getting better at just seizing the moment and doing things again. Like painting. Or saying “yes, and…” to synchronicity and connections that come along, rather than find reasons as to why things might fail. It’s amazing, all the shit we let ourselves get bogged down under.

One thing that’s been on my mind a lot as of late is just how important it is to approach everything in life with love and joy, rather than guilt or anger or obligation or any of that. I’ve had auditions I was angry about. I’ve had more than one occasion where I was jealous of some other actor for getting something I didn’t. Truthbomb: we ALL have. Anyone who tells you differently is lying. As a performer (especially when looking for work) there’s already so much you can’t control – like if you look ‘right’ for the part – so you might as well love the everlasting shit out of what it is that you’re doing in a given moment.

Another epiphany I had recently is how ‘small’ I allowed myself to stay for a long time. Growth is a constant, concentrated effort, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that specifically when I first moved to Toronto and the company I kept in that time (and their backstabbing and gossip and the things they filled their time with and the way they treated other people) didn’t make me feel good about myself or what I was doing, or about my relationships to other people. I got caught up in their petty bullshit and in trying to fit in and trying not to rock the boat, rather than going out and living for myself and aiming for higher aspirations and doing my own work just for the sheer joy in it all. You really are the company you keep, which is why it’s now doubly important for me to surround myself with talented, driven, passionate, positive people.

And a part of this epiphany is how many good people I had around me that I never really made an effort to get to know beyond anything superficial, and how being in a state of constant drama and turmoil with the ‘small’ people kept me from finding the simple joys in life, from spending more time in the good people’s company, in performing… fuck, I’ve wasted a lot of time, but I’m setting the intention not to tolerate that sabotaging behaviour anymore, in myself or in others. And to spend time with people who I think are awesome, to let hangouts happen organically rather than feeling like I’m begging for attention or being super-awkward when I really just want to get to know people and develop awesome friendships.

I’ll be honest, it’s only in the last month or so that I started getting excited about auditions and that I’ve noticed a concentrated yen to be positive and content where I wasn’t before. It may take a bit of time to get used to this new way of being. Same way that I’ve seen people around for the last three years but I’ve only really started to talk to them (and LISTEN, rather than just talk at) and get to know them within the last three months.

Going forward, I only want to do the most amazing work with the most amazing people. I’m not saying this to be limiting – rather, just to create a space and create a possibility to be able to spend a lot of time with excellent people rather than the wishy-washy sort who aren’t invested in themselves or others. When it comes to love, listening, time, and teamwork I’ve got unlimited capital to share.

I’ve got some more thoughts about improv, acting, and neurohacking… but that’s for another post.

And all that said… just to clarify…
1) If I offer you my time (“we should go for coffee!” “let’s work together!” whatever) I MEAN IT. I won’t offer or agree to anything I don’t genuinely want to do.
2) If I ask you about something, I’m listening. No judgment, no obligation, no expectation, no holds barred.
3) I reserve the right to add more rules of engagement as I see fit. I’m pretty low-maintenance and straightforward when it comes down to it.

Lucky Bitches

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

lucky bitch

Yeah, that would be me. And now, you too.

See, I’ve been doing a whole lot of business and personal development as of late. I (gasp / shock / horror) have taken on work outside of acting – working as a kickass modern Joanie as an office manager for a kickass company. Why? Because, in part, weddings are fucking expensive and I deserve to have the wedding of my dreams. Which, btw, I now have only 363 days to plan. Oh my god you guys!

Obligatory bridezilla gushing aside… no, really. I’ve discovered some awesome resources for acting/life-in-general coaching, and I think you should check these folks out. In no particular order, they are:
-The Lucky Bitch herself – Denise Duffield-Thomas
-Marie Forleo – quirky and passionate career coaching
-Dallas Travers – the actor’s advocate, she’s sincere and spot-on
-The Savvy Actor – marketing tips designed specifically for actors
-Smart Girls Productions – especially US-focused tips for actors
- Gwyn – The Actor’s Market

There’s a few more but these ones really stuck out.

One concept that’s really stuck with me is the idea of an upper limit problem – that is, things have suddenly been so awesome (like way more than ever before) and all of a sudden some really shitty things have started/been happening. You know, things like getting arrested for telling the truth about surviving an abusive ex and domestic violence, and having a bunch of “friends” decide to turn on me and support the abuser. A taxi driver rear-ending me and trying to blame me for it. Or, like what happened yesterday, this web TV show I was supposed to do falling through at the last second because once my first guest and I had arrived to film, the creep-o decided that he was “cancelling our appointment”. Which, btw, he didn’t even have the courage to say to my face. He’s also trying to get out of paying me for the prep work and the shoot date, which I think is bullshit and I won’t stand for. Apparently he has no idea of my lucky streak with winning court cases.

Yes, it’s all kind of shitty, but I’m quite certain that all this is happening because I have gotten a lot more firm about not accepting assholes into my life. That includes asshole cops, asshole men, asshole “friends”, asshole “business associates”, and so forth.

With the creepo from RemicTV, Frank Corbin, I made the mistake of giving him the benefit of the doubt when he “joked” about hiring my services sexually. The fact that he was looking for edgy shows for his web TV station and I had proposed one regarding sex and sexuality does not excuse his behaviour. Hindsight may be 20/20, but I am making everyone aware of his actions and holding him accountable for his inappropriate and unprofessional behaviour, both toward the way he spoke to me and the deciding to cancel the shoot when I was already there.

All that aside. YES, I am always looking for new opportunities and people to work with, and YES I will always 110% be willing to give to anyone who needs my help, but from here on in I am holding EVERYONE accountable for their actions. You tell me you’re doing something, I expect that it will get done. I expect the same thing of myself. If I do work for you, you are sure as fuck paying me for my time and talents in whatever way we agree upon. I am not an actor because I want to work for free for the rest of my life. You wouldn’t work retail or restaurant or pick up garbage for free, why should it be any different in the arts? I give only as good as I get from here on in.

There’s some exciting biz dev news coming up, but I’ll share that when I can. In the meantime, bring it on, universe. I’m just gonna keep smashing through the challenges you send my way and coming out on top.

Well-behaved women seldom make history.

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012

KPR headshot

Thanks to Kevin Patrick Robbins Photography for this fun shot.

2012 has been a fast-paced year for me and it’s barely started. We’re less than three months in and I’ve already had more acting work in these two months than I had last year at this time, so I consider that an improvement both in terms of my own career as well as a good sign for the industry. (Yes, I know, I really need to update my main page on my website!) There’s been a fun indie feature film, a commercial shoot, the start of an ongoing photography project, a film AND theatre project out of Hamilton, an anti-drug PSA, another feature horror film from an up-and-coming studio… plus a few other little gigs, my regular improv shenanigans, some exciting news I can’t share yet, and for the most part a lot of good new people I’ve met. Here’s a few:

*Christopher at Re-Reading is an amazing, friendly, generous, intelligent, and grounded fellow. His store is full of goodies and unexpected finds, and I anticipate many further afternoons there. (Also: I’m currently soliciting short film script ideas that are set in a bookstore, with the idea of filming something there soon.) I can’t say enough good things about Chris or his store. I even happened to meet Rick Mercer by chance while I was there this afternoon!

*My cast family for Confidence Tricks: Us motley crew of folks first sat down together for a meet and greet in a Tim Hortons a couple of months back and have been rocking out ever since. We’re into the last two weeks of a fundraiser to get some money toward the project… we’re 4/5 of the way there and would love if you helped make it happen.

*Judith and Viktor Tinkl own an amazing gallery/century school house converted into a home outside of Uxbridge. I was lucky enough to be involved in a photoshoot that utilized their property. Aside from the refreshing opportunity to escape the city for a day, meeting them was the highlight of my week if not the year to date. Their diverse and unique art that covers walls and lawns and barns is something I could spend a week wandering through and still find new work to appreciate… not to mention that they are some of the most refreshing people I have ever met. When we arrived to shoot we were greeted with a delicious quiche lunch and several purring cats, and we spent a fair bit of time just talking, aside from the photography project work. That’s what I want to do: get old and retire to the country and just be happy. There was a real sense of comfort, love and joy there and I would love to share their treasure with the world. Go and visit them, you won’t be disappointed.

In my own work, I have just a week (seven days) left in my dice living episodes. I started the project February 16, 2011, and am going to wrap it up by March 16, 2012. A year and ahttp://emilyschooley.com/blog/wp-admin/post-new.php month. Several of the last episodes will be Fate By Fans Fridays, but there’s a few free days still and I welcome seeing where the dice take me.

In other other news, recent life events have turned me into even more of an actorvist than I was before. I now have an idea brewing for a feature-length investigative journalist documentary that I’d like to pursue. Through dealing with an exceptionally difficult situation involving my abusive ex, the more I see of the Canadian justice system the more I realize that there are so many flaws and crevices that vulnerable groups fall through – which, instead of helping these people, the justice system often ends up putting these people at more risk when these flaws are ignored or exploited by people who are dishonest. Don’t get me wrong: I applaud the honest, discerning individuals who work at all levels to keep our country safe. But as with all people, power can corrupt, and absolute power can corrupt absolutely. All it takes for evil to succeed is for good people to do nothing.

Then again, all the cool celebrities these days are getting arrested, and I’m not talking things like drunk driving or drug posession. Lucy Lawless just got arrested for protesting oil drilling, for one. I applaud her for standing up so vehemently for her beliefs, and for the protection of resources and animals that can’t speak for themselves.

After finishing theatre school, I never thought I’d end up here – with a desire to produce and compile and interview and expose and change things for the better. But really, what are we as actors, other than a somewhat-fictionalized commentary on the human condition, for better or for worse? I like this new development, as strange and unexpected as it is, and I’m excited to see where I can go with it. I feel like it’s an opportunity to offer more to the world than just my abilities as a performer.

Before I sign off for the night, the one reality I do wish I could correct is the idiotic notion that actors are “unemployed”. Most of the actors I know do work a second and sometimes a third job to ensure they can do what they love. The few that suffer through on only their acting paycheques – like me – can tell you that it’s not easy. Sure, we “make a living” but that living is often rife with “no, I have rehearsal” or “I don’t think I can afford that right now, sorry.” Still, I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Hello 2012

Thursday, January 26th, 2012

Things seem to be really picking up both for myself personally and for the industry, and that makes me very happy. More on career developments to come in another post.

The following started out as a note on my Facebook but I wanted to share it here too, because it is something VERY important to me…

Since being in an amazing, loving, nurturing relationship where I am positively supported and cherished… well, it’s hard to look back on where I was a year ago. It frightens me that I – a smart, strong woman – would allow myself and others to gaslight and downplay the abusive relationship I was in such that I stayed in it for a more than a year after the first signs of domestic violence.

It frightens me that after having grown up with an abusive step-parent, that I could rationalize AT ALL someone physically choking me as being “all right”, that “he didn’t really mean it.” That for too many months again, I stayed silent and made excuses about the choking and about a later incident that resulted in 15 stitches in my arm. I didn’t want to cause drama, I didn’t want people to take sides – I just wanted space to start healing when I finally woke up to the hell I was in. It’s hard to make any sort of rational decision or movement when you’re in the middle of an emotional Holocaust.

So, I bent over backwards to accommodate people who claimed to be friends, who claimed to be “acting in my best interests” and who “wanted the best for me.” I was made to retract and apologize for coming forward about the abuse, for bringing it up. I was given so many strings of bad advice: that I should try to work it out with him, that I was over-reacting to the whole situation, that it was “my fault” somehow… essentially, that I was the bad guy, the one to blame.

Oh, the blame. It came from my abusive ex, and it came from his friends… you know, the ones claiming to be “mutual friends.” In this sort of situation, there cannot be mutual friends. By choosing not to choose, you’ve ultimately made your choice. The real problem is that it was so easy to buy into the “my fault” theory for so long, that I was somehow not good enough and that I’d intrinsically failed somehow; had I been “better” none of this would’ve happened.

Women, men, everyone – that is BULLSHIT. Abuse in any form is never the fault of the person being abused. I don’t like the word “victim”. Victim implies helplessness, and while there may be a learned helplessness akin to a frog in boiling water… you need to realize that you CAN get out. That it is NOT your fault. It is NEVER alright for a person to emotionally or physically bully and abuse another person, and it is most certainly not due to any lack on the part of the person being abused.

Being in an abusive relationship seriously erodes your sense of self, and of self-worth. In some cases, no physical harm is ever done, but it does not mean that the relationship is not abusive, or that there are no lasting implications. If you don’t nip abuse in the bud, it’s a slippery slope downhill. The first time has to be the last time, period. No justifications, no letting off the hook. If you have the capacity to forgive then do so, but don’t ever forget. And write it down somewhere. Report it. Don’t sweep it under the rug.

It’s so easy to convince yourself that the abuser is “not that bad”, that “s/he didn’t mean to hurt me”, that “it was a one-time thing.” These are all things I’ve said to myself… as someone who logically, rationally knows the signs of abuse, it took a serious injury to jar the irrational side of my brain that pled “but he loves you” into realizing that nobody who truly, legitimately loves you would intentionally cause you harm and then have the gall to blame you for their own choices and actions.

I lived in profound unhappiness for months. I had a justification for almost everything he did that hurt me. And there were plenty of times where my abusive ex was nice, even seemingly caring and sweet. He paid for the occasional dinner or share of groceries. He put on a great face of “I’m the fun, carefree guy” in public – it’s a surprisingly common trait for abusers to be able to do so, to convince the outside world that they’re not the one to blame in the relationship. Not that healthy relationships need someone to blame or be a victim. (It’s hard to remember that when you’re in the middle of something irrational and harmful.)

Ultimately, all of those “nice” times did not excuse or make up for the way he treated me as an inferior, for the way he refused to meet needs I presented to him. For the way he went extra steps to mock me or make me unhappy when he knew things bothered me. For the way he continually dismissed my feelings or got angry any time I had an opinion that differed from his own. For the times he abandoned or hurt me in his fits of temper.

My abusive ex would always get the most angry at me when I stood up for myself. When I voiced my wants, my needs, when I dared to express and press forward with an interest, opinion, or course of action that he disagreed with or that inconvenienced him somehow. As I’m discovering, rational, mature couples can talk about their differences of opinion without it being a screaming match and without one party storming out.

I even see it now in photos, the blatant disregard he has for anything but himself and his wants. There was never any love in his eyes when he looked at me, just a disdain and an unhappiness. Unfortunately, some people are like that – and more unfortunate are the ones who will harm others to make themselves feel better or to get what they want from them. I’ve learned to feel pity for them – but it DOES NOT excuse their behaviour.

The growth that I’ve experienced in the last year is like the change from a caterpillar to a moth; a metamorphosis still in progress. For the most part, I am ecstatically happy again. I find joy in the smallest every day things, I feel loved and cherished by friends and family and my partner. I’ve accomplished a lot, personally and professionally.

Conversely, I still doubt myself from time to time – why I’m here on this planet at all, if what I’m doing is good enough, if I’m liked and respected for what I do. What, if any, value should I place on my time and my work. If I’m pretty or thin or charming enough, or why not. I hate to be so callous, but at the end of the day others’ opinions shouldn’t mean a damned thing – especially if they’re bringing you down instead of uplifting you.

Why am I thinking about all this now? Because, unfortunately, there is still unresolved bullshit that needs to be dealt with from this abusive relationship, and I am in the middle of some of it. So all of this is front and centre in my mind. I don’t generally like to get this personal or this detailed about my own life – but I want others to hear my voice.

Ultimately, I want others to know this: that you are not alone. That you are never so far in that you can’t get out. That anyone who doesn’t have YOUR happiness, safety and comfort first and foremost as a priority is not someone you should be associating with. Life does go on after leaving an abusive relationship, and it gets so much better. You deserve better.

I want to say this in closing: re-learn to recognize if you are in an unsafe situation. If you’re in a relationship with an abuser, GET OUT. Don’t wait. Report everything to the authorities and keep reporting until someone listens to you. You won’t regret having everything clearly documented, trust me.

My biggest problem is that I downplayed and I waited. I put someone else’s reputation and happiness above my own needs and mental state. Because I loved my ex, because I didn’t want to see him go to jail I didn’t immediately call the police when he physically attacked me. I intensely regret this choice now because it has caused me so much more heartache, stress, and time in court (to say the least.)

Feel free to pass this note around. I hope my experiences and heartfelt words are enough to save someone else in a similar situation.

For more information on domestic violence, visit: http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm

On Group Mind and Groupthink

Monday, December 19th, 2011

This past weekend, I just fininshed an amazing improv class at ITC about ‘working as a group’ – that is, honing our ability to participate with a group mind. We had a great instructor and the class was full of awesome, positive, supportive people who I’d work with in a heartbeat any day at any performance venture. And again, in my world, art often imitates liefe.

Group mind is all about drinking each other in, drinking the koolaid – as they say – and working as a cohesive whole to create something awesome. The energy and synchronicity that comes out of being part of a group working together feels SO positive and comfortable. Group mind is all about ACTIVELY analyzing, listening and supporting one another, with everyone playing an equal part in creation but knowing when to go with the ebb and flow. Watching groups work together in this way is magical.

What makes groups who work together with a group mind (whether it’s in the office, on a film, on stage for improv in a writhing mass of people… wherever…) successful is a combination of things. First off, everyone in the group is actively engaged, actively listening to and observing others, and actively participating – which means they have just as much chance as anyone else to steer the group in a new direction and contribute to the overall endeavour. Also, a critical component of a successful group mind is that there is NO negativity and judgment of other group members, or for that matter, those outside the group. Everything is accepted and most importantly immediately supported, all within a safe environment. That’s what allows trust and that’s what lets the magic happen.

Something I’ve been thinking a lot lately about is the functional opposite of group mind – groupthink. (For those curious about what groupthink entails, the Wikipedia article is pretty decent.) I’ve been part of groups that have utilized groupthink – without realizing just what was going on – and the results are not nearly as positive. In fact, I would venture to say that groupthink is highly DESTRUCTIVE.

Here’s how groupthink effectively differentiates from group mind: everyone is NOT an equally valued individual engaging in active participating and listening. People are pressured to be uniform – usually based on aspirations of the group leader – and silence is seen as consent towards the group’s actions. Anyone other than the leader who dares to stir change is often seen as “disloyal”; unlike group mind which is ONLY about members of the group, those falling victim to groupthink are also led to see people outside of the group as outsiders – and often, therefore, wrong. Absolute pure morality of those with groupthink is never questioned – the group is assumed to be “right”, always.

Of the two, I know which I prefer.

I’ve spent a lot of time observing people lately, and contemplating my own past and present actions in a variety of situations. I’ve also spent a lot of time talking with people I trust… and of the groups I’ve been present in – one using group mind and the other being highly partial to groupthink – I’ve made some highly telling observations. In the former group, we’ve had some brilliant discussions. What I’ve seen that is perhaps most telling is an overall lack of overwhelming negativity. Certainly, there’s things that bother us and we discuss them, but one telltale characteristic is an ability to separate dislike of a person’s action from dislike of the person themselves. In the groupthink group, I’ve seen hatred of a person (usually a previous group member) snowball from one small act that went against ‘what the group wanted.’ And that’s happened a little too often for my liking.

There’s a culture of underlying trust, of “I’ve got your back”, of “take that risk and we’ll support you” in the group with group mind. There’s not nearly the same level of judgment that is present in the community that fell prey to groupthink. In the latter, personal risks and choices to make bold moves were rarely acceptable; if you did something too ‘out there’ or if you told the wrong person the wrong thing you could guarantee that the group would turn on you, usually after you were backstabbed by another group member.

From observing people for so long, I get why people fall into groupthink. I honestly don’t blame them for it; it’s something I’ve succumbed to as well. The important thing is to realize when you ARE being inherently destructive – of yourself, of another person – and to be able to safely pull back from the group. It takes a strong person to call themselves or someone else on their faults, but it takes an even stronger person to own their faults and move on from them.

On Bullying.

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

I’m seeing a lot of propaganda, postings, Twitters, blogs, etc about bullying lately. Some are insightful, some are hate campaigns in disguise, some are shocking sensationalsim, some of them mean well but are not progessive… The bottom line is you have to critically evaluate everything you read on the internet for it to be useful. Taking something at face value that may or may not be factual is dangerous to say the least.

I think we can all agree that we want to find *constructive* ways to make our and future generations more adept at dealing with and minimalizing both the impact bullies have on society, in the classroom, etc, and we want to see a reduction in bullying that happens. Anywhere. To anyone. Period.

Here’s the thing – I am an actor. I am a student of life. I observe the way people act, react, and interact. It’s crucial to my art to be able to understand and feel and express emotions – the whole spectrum, all the good and the bad. In elementary and high school, there were occasions where I was bullied. I still remember my “best friend” in Grade Two leading me with my eyes closed (because I trusted her!) through a pile of dog crap. In high school, there were spitballs and gum in my hair, people making fun of the way I dressed and the beliefs I had. (You try being a bisexual pagan teenager figuring out her identity in a small town – not easy to say the least!) Even in the core group of friends I had leaving high school, we had in-fighting from time to time. All of these women have grown up to be exceptional, kind, generous, beautiful people I am still happy to call friends, may I add.

The bottom line is that I know how it feels to be bullied. It’s not a feeling I want to have, and it’s not a feeling I want to cause others to have, either. However, fairly recently I let ‘love’ and hushed nasty gossip blind me to the hate campaign I was being encouraged on towards another woman. When I finally came to my senses I apologized to her for my actions. Not for any cookies on this end, but because what I and others had been engaging in was wrong, period. I can’t speak for them but I could at least speak for myself and acknowledge my own poor choice of actions. I let myself be blinded by groupthink, by the hate and superiority I was told it was okay to feel toward this person, rather than getting to know her at all and judging her on my own interactions with her.

Again, as an actor, ultimately my job is to move others, to inspire them, to provide them with a sense of catharsis. In my own daily interactions, I much prefer to build up and support other people, not tear them down and spread needless hate around. Hate begets hate – that’s a hard lesson to learn, but it’s why I try very hard not to return the unnecessary anger, lies, and betrayals that come my way from time to time. You can disagree or be upset with someone’s choice of action without hating the person doing the action. With all the people that have hurt me over time, I do not hate them. I am not after ‘vengeance’. But I have felt hurt and I am disappointed with what these people have done to hurt me, especially when those things are done intentionally and maliciously. Have I mentioned that as an actor, I’m probably also overly sensitive? Yeah. I cry at those stupid commercials with sad kittens.

There are a lot of things we can do to shrink the power of bullies. For one, always being responsible for our own actions and leading by example – teaching children to think for themselves from an early age, rather than go along with what the group is doing just because it’s ‘cool.’ Teach them to have the courage to stand up to the group when they don’t agree with what’s going on. The more people who will speak out when something is wrong, the less wrong that will be tolerated. Commend leadership instead of criticizing those who dare to be different.

As I mentioned above, you also need to separate the action from the person. Calling someone a bully – especially young, vulnerable minds – is just as harmful a name as fat, ugly, stupid, slow, etc. The same with labelling someone a victim. Even adults are far too quick to ascribe one overall characteristic to someone, sometimes. “Oh, well, if I’m a bully, then I guess everyone’s going to hate me anyway and why should I be nice to them?” People take on the labels and identities they are given by others, whether or not either party realizes it.

Thirdly, you can find alternate ways to respond to hatred when it is directed toward you. People who harm and seek to control others (through mental, verbal, physical, etc tactics) usually do so because of a perceived lack or hole in their own life. You can hold someone accountable for their actions without using blame and without raising your voice, both of which also serve to increase anger and hostility. There is also a fine line between forgiveness and allowing something to happen more than once. Some questions I find effective at reducing blind hatred and rage are “What’s really bothering you?” “Why are you directing your anger at me?” “Why are you hurting?” It may take some time for the angry person to come around, but by challening their core rather than responding to their outward bluster, you are more likely to effect change rather than compound their hostility.

Creating a culture of true equality and inclusion will also minimize the emergence of bullies. This one is a harder task than the ones prior – and those are not often easy feats – but when people feel they are valued equally and not in competition for affection/benefits/what-have-you, they will be less likely to want to cause discord to get what they feel are missing. If something’s not made out to be a big deal, other people won’t consider it a big deal – but the stronger the reaction or struggle, the more magnitude it will gain.

With regards to victimization: again, it’s the repeating of jargon that makes someone believe what they hear – telling someone they are a victim enough times will be sure to have them feeling perpetually targetted by life. If you tell someone that they are stronger and wiser despite their pain, that label will stick just as well as if you tell them they were victimized. Personally, I feel that I am a product of my past experiences, NOT a victim, despite the upsetting things I have undergone. These experiences have made me stronger, wiser, less tolerant of injustices, and more willing to speak out on behalf of myself and others when I know people are being wronged. I catch a lot of flack for being so verbose, sometimes, but I am doing what I feel is ultimately right.

People who go through being bullied, abused, etc should be given the freedom to discuss their experiences in a non-judgmental environment. They should be given the freedom to express their feelings without being told that they are wrong, overreacting, lying, exaggerating, and without demands put on them for the things they “should” do now. If someone has been physically threatened, for example, they should be reminded that they have the option to report said person to law enforcement if they so desire. They should not be made to go, but by the same token their experience should not be trivialized so that they end up not reporting the person, who may go on to do further damage to them or others. When feelings are judged, people are going to carry the trauma with them longer than if they are allowed to express themselves and work through what they are feeling.

A little extra tolerance and kindness for those who are struggling with bullies never hurts, either. It may be frustrating for any number of reasons to see a friend or loved one go through pain, but when you stress them further about the situation “What are you going to do?” “I think you should report them!” “I don’t believe you.” “You’re exaggerating.” “Don’t let this impact your homework!”, you are going to make things worse for them instead of better.

By the same token a zero-tolerance approach for bullying is needed, which includes both consequences for the person doing the bullying AND an attempt to figure out the cause of the person’s hurtful behaviour. In schools, instead of a time-out, how about missing out on a day or two of their club or sports team, and talking with a guidance counselor instead?

The important part is that the person causing the hurt must realize the consequence is directly related to their action – which also means that those receiving the consequences must be given agency. That is, if they change their behaviour for the better (or say, sincerely apologize for their actions), they won’t have to serve their entire punishment. But if they let the behaviour happen again, the punishment is worse next time. They need to be given a limited amount of trust, and be allowed to rebuild what they have broken without undue further judgment. They also need to not be ostracized for life for one action – none of us are perfect and we all make mistakes.

So why am I writing this all? I guess it’s because recent events really have me thinking – about how to make the world better, about how to make myself a better person, about how to have better relationships with others. Certain recent events and the way they were handled have really upset me, but in that situation I do not have the agency to control anyone’s reactions but my own.

All I know is that I want to see things get better, not worse, and I’m willing to do my part to make it so.

“The Fandom Project” – Call For Submissions

Thursday, December 1st, 2011

Hey all. Long story short I’ve decided to write a book. Well, write’s not exactly the right word – more like curate. Collect. Co-create. Or, anthropologically archive, if you will. (I adore alliteration.)

What I’m looking for are your stories from fandom. In brightest day, in darkest night – the best and/or worst experiences you’ve had, in whatever fandom you participate in. Maybe you met some of your best friends, maybe your life-partner. Maybe someone broke your heart. Something you discovered changed your life in ways you’d never expected. Whatever it is, I want to hear – read – your life experiences.

My goal is to get this published by a major publishing house, and to pay a percentage of royalties to all accepted authors. I’ve already got some interest, and wanted to open this up to the many others of you I know (and hopefully many more who I don’t) who have their own stories to tell. Please feel free to spread this post around – I am open to submissions from anywhere in the world. Think of this as Chicken Soup for the Fannish Soul, if you will.

Submission Guidelines and FAQ: All submissions should be sent to thefandomproject at emilyschooley dot com no later than January 31st 2012. Please include the title of the piece, as well as whatever real or nom-de-plume you wish to be published under. If you absolutely can’t make that deadline but want to participate (or just have general questions), feel free to contact me there any time.

Do you need to be a previously published author?: No. Though I am also reaching this campaign out to previously-published authors, I welcome and encourage all submissions from anyone, anywhere.

What’s your selection criteria?: The number of stories that will be ultimately accepted will depend on how many total submissions I receive. I would like to publish at least 75, with no more than 25 of those from previously-published authors.

What format? Word count? What should I write about?: What I want is non-fiction prose. All that matters is that it’s a true story, something that happened to you, and relates to your experiences in fandom. It can be as hilarious or as heartbreaking as you want it to be. Try to keep it under 5000 words.

I’m looking forward to this – it’s gonna be awesome! And you bet there will be blog updates a-plenty as this rolls along.

Speak Geek – Hacking

Monday, September 12th, 2011

Let me preface this post by saying that I am a ridiculous polymath. For new readers to my blog, in most of the other posts you will find various and sundry tales of my life as an actor. It’s the main “thing” I do, and it’s something I’m pretty damn passionate about. There may even be a geek-out post about that down the road… I have a LOT of interests, though. I’m also pretty big into urban exploration, photography, books, painting, sports, cooking, sewing, programming, traveling, writing, even project management… My biggest problem is that I sadly need a few hours of sleep a night in order to Get Shit Done, and there’s no way to do all of these AND pursue an acting career (or any career, really) all at once.

In subsequent posts, I’ll get to some of those other lovely shiny things, I promise. But for today, I want to talk about one of my favourite hobbies – hacking.

Now, when I say that I am a hacker, it doesn’t mean that I am going to sneak into your email, delete your precious website and replace it with pr0n, steal money from your bank account, or any of those tropes that uneducated folks would want you to believe. Could I do any of the above? In theory, yes… But I lack the inclination to try, not to mention that my strongest hacking skills aren’t necessarily computer-related.

Most hackers aren’t sociopaths who live in their parents’ basements and try to embezzle money or Anonymous the frack out of various websites. Most of us are actually pretty shiny people who want to figure out better and new ways of doing things that will improve ours and others’ lives. For me, my main passion is actually neurohacking. Yep, making little adjustments here and there – in my own brain – to improve my own life.

And I am my own guinea pig. Baa. Moo. (Or whatever noise they actually make.) My interest in neurohacking started a couple of years ago, though in all honesty I’ve only been pursuing it seriously since earlier this year. As a creative person (who, may I add, came from an unstable childhood and an abusive relationship or two) my brain is what I would consider differently-functioning. In all truth, I would be highly surprised to learn that I did not have what is known as the criminal brain (for more on that, read this post), not to mention the potential of one of several mood disorders. However, I have no intention of letting a doctor affix a label to me and hand me a pile of pills – among other forays into neurohacking what I’ve done is learn to balance my own mental state to keep from falling into deep depressions/becoming a monster/any number of ways I could fall off the track and fall away from my career and my friends.

A lot of it is little things. An ice pack on the back of my neck can start regrounding me after a panic attack. Focusing on my breath – just breathing in and out – can calm me and focus my thoughts more clearly. Even things like smoking: surprisingly, a cigarette will both calm you AND give you a surplus of energy to make it through an extra hour or two.

And let’s talk things like falling in love. Nothing throws your brain out of whack more than the chemistry that gets shifted when you develop feelings and attachments toward a new person. One of the biggest challenges I’ve had is to disentangle my own actual feelings from the “OMG this person is shiny and I want to spend all my time with them” to “what the frack do I actually feel and want to do?” Trust me, knowing the answer to the latter makes all the difference in the world. It also lets me ride those highs of being in love without losing my head – something I’ve had a lot of difficulty doing in the past. Love is seriously a chemical imbalance, but to be honest it’s one of my favourite ones.

All in all, data-mining my own body is pretty ridiculously exciting. At least for me. Some past fun experiments I’ve run on myself involve things like determining what alcohols make me feel better or worse, and how does my overall mood affect the experiences I have when I try to alter my brain state with better living through chemistry. (Which, by the way, I am admittedly a pretty big fan of.)

I’ve tried an array of drugs just to see what effects they have on me. Pot tends to make me a more creative writer. Cocaine does absolutely nothing for me, for example – which intrigues me as to why so many people get “hooked” on it. With my day to day life, though, I tend to stay pretty clean… I don’t usually like the way I feel when I’m drunk or high, and for the most part I find it impedes my ability to function as “me” (same as with any mood stabilizers a doctor might want you to take, for example.)

An idiot ex of mine told me that I must have a substance abuse problem, which I find utterly laughable. With any chemical or alcohol I’ve had, it’s never been a substance I needed – it was something that I chose to try at the time for whatever reason. Each time, I could have just as easily walked away, and many more times I have. The bottom line is that from each experience, I gather data. I know now to choose not to drink when I’m already upset about something, for example, because the alcohol is going to take my brain in a direction I don’t want to go. However, if I’m tired as hell on a film set, I’ll sneak off and have a quick smoke or a bite of chocolate because I know that either of those will perk me right up.

But neurohacking is about much more than just chemical alteration… part of the reason I got into my dice living experiments were to play with happiness. What it is, where it comes from, how to quantify it… I’m just over half way through my 30 days, and having a blast. (If you want to read more about my dice living, start here). To be honest I could go on for days and weeks about sleep experiments, attempts at lucid dreaming, and many of the other things I’ve done in the name of science… neurohacking is about breaking down how the brain works in order to get the results you want from it.

What I hope to eventually get from my forays into neurohacking is to improve the quality of my own life – so that it improves my relations with others as well as the value I get out of my own various experiences. And there are other ‘general’ hacking interests I have too (like, say, lock-picking)… hacking really is an endless field because there will always be new problems to solve.

For those of you who are genuinely interested in the hacking community I would encourage you to check out hacker/maker spaces in your area, conventions like Notacon, or sites like Hack the Planet, Life Hacker, and of course a favourite piece of mine: the Mentor’s manifesto.

I Have Been Her Kind

Monday, July 25th, 2011

I should be crying, but I just can’t let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can’t stop thinking

Of all the things I should’ve said,
That I never said.
All the things we should’ve done,
That we never did.
All the things I should’ve given,
But I didn’t.

Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.

Give me these moments back.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.

- Kate Bush: This Woman’s Work

I’ve been debating whether or not to publicly put in my two cents about Amy Winehouse’s death. Amanda Palmer’s blog has a brilliant post about it, something I relate quite to and I feel is written beautifully. Also, I applaud Kimya Dawson for being wonderfully raw and real about her own experiences with drugs and darkness.

But my story’s a little different than that. (Or maybe not, but everyone will admit to different things.)

I never knew the woman and didn’t idolize her music nearly as much as other musical influences, but in death Amy’s hit me in unspeakable ways. See, I have been her kind. I’ve never been so far and so badly gone that I’ve overdosed, but I know what it’s like to get lost to the point where you can’t see the people in front of you who care and want you to thrive. Personal hells are just that – personal. You can’t claim to understand thoughts that aren’t yours. Drugs and alcohol and sex are all good distractions from the noise in your head – insecurities and demons and losses – but they only go so far. They don’t erase, only numb, and there’s only so much you can do before the voices break through again.

I believe Amy sang because she wanted to share her message, her feelings, her grief. She sang waiting for someone to say “I understand, I’ve been there too. Now pick yourself up and come along. It’s going to be alright.” And maybe she sang to say the same thing to others.

Making art (whether you’re a singer, writer, filmmaker, actor, whatever) is about life and emotions and relating to other people. It’s about getting your unique message out there, about trying to make sense of what you know and feel and experience. And with that all, you’re offering your experiences to others on a silver platter. You want to be understood, accepted, loved. And all of that can drive you mad.

There are times when I’m afraid to feel, because (like the quote in my last blog post) I know how overwhelming it is. A lot of creative folk are like this, I find. Love wants to burst from your chest and makes you dance in the streets. Misery lurks around corners and attacks out of nowhere, savaging you like a bear. It’s hard to not get caught in that tumultuous undertow, the ebb and flow. Monroe, Cobain, Van Gogh, Ledger, Elliot Smith, a hundred thousand others have been there too and got lost.

No one person’s feelings are any more or less valid, less real, than anyone else’s. But they’re sure as hell going to vary in intensity and focus. Creative people especially are vulnerable to what I think of as neurodiversity or uniquely-brained: many struggle with some or another ‘mental illness’. It’s not something that people can just permanently think themselves out of and move on from, like those who have relatively ‘normal’ brains can. Moods haunt like ghosts.

As an actor, I sometimes wonder if I’m not a part of that group. Why it is so natural for me to suffer tragic deaths over and over in the horror films I’ve been in. Why I am so easily able to become a troubled victim of rape and incest. Why I can kill my own child. Why I can be an otherworldly creature. In these moments, I’m not pretending or denying the feelings that come. I just am. It scares people just how quickly I can cry on camera when needed, and how quickly I can laugh again when the cameras stop. In those moments, I feel it all, and it moves through me. Other times, without that immediate and wonderful creative outlet, it won’t let go.

It’s all or nothing. You either feel everything and take what comes with it, or you try to shut off. And shutting off ruins your art, makes it a hollow shell. I’ve had those bad auditions where I just couldn’t connect to the character and the bad improv sets where I know I’ve just been a talking head. And in those moments, you feel like you’ve failed yourself, and it all starts again.

Amy Winehouse, the girl who felt too much. Rest in peace with all the other creative souls.