There's this thing that keeps happening. A film is announced, and in this film there's a trans character, and there's talk of positive representation, and giving a voice to a stigmatised section of society, and it's all good. And then the actor playing the part of the trans person is announced, and they're not trans.
For many it's been a struggle to get there. Young actors emerge from their training weighed down by debt, and - given that less than 2% of actors earn over £20,000 a year from their acting - many leave the profession in the first 5 to 10 years, to seek financial security, dignity, and some quality of life.
I am a self-acknowledged, self-confessed, self-help junkie. And like any self-help junkie worth her salt, I love a good quote. This week I came across one I reckoned you really ought to know about. "Character is the ability to follow through on a commitment after the initial enthusiasm has passed." Nifty, huh?
The first thing that hits you when you step off the plane in LA is just how eager people are to help you out here - or at least that's what I've found. I've been perpetually impressed with waitresses, bar tenders, shop workers - pretty much everyone I've come across in the service sector, have all been exceptionally polite and almost too eager to help.
We don't intend to drink two bottles of wine when we specifically said we were only going to have one glass. That I would call weak-willed. Falling into the world-wide-web I would label as procrastination. And when we say we have learned our lesson and will never date someone 'like that' again, we genuinely mean it.
My daughter wants to be an actress. Words that should strike fear into the heart of any right thinking parent. I've gently tried to discourage her from what I perceive as a harsh life, but she comes alive on stage and has held on to this ambition to the exclusion of other childhood dreams. Luckily my daughter is only seven and there is plenty of time for sense to prevail, but were she to continue on her path, what should she know?
What does matter is what you take away from it. Four days away from emails and social media banter made for a very welcome break and to spend an hour working out where my diaphragm exists in my body, or sing about 'Clambake' surrounded by assorted foreign accents puts a whole new perspective on life.
At my feet sits an empty suitcase. The yawning, zippered mouth seems cavernous right now but judging by the chaotic jumble of clothes around me, I have no doubt I'm about to put its capacity to the test as I attempt to cram my life inside it for the next five months. Ladies and gentleman I, Emma Williams, am a Tour Virgin.