Pictured: Torry Flack, left: watching a burning building, seemingly amused.


1995- TORRY FLACK made her stage debut in a production of “The Outsiders” at The Black Hawk Children’s Theatre in Waterloo, Iowa. She proudly changed her character’s name from “kid in church fire” to “Becky.” Thus igniting an accompanying writing career.

1995ish-2010ish- (This entry has been removed and saved for a one-woman show about a hopeless little church mouse/Midwestern girl who struggles to embrace herself and her relationship with Art, her father. Dates and venue and script and guts and whether or not it will be a “Comedy” TBD)

May 2010- TRY FLACK graduated from The University of Iowa with a B.A. in English, Theatre Arts, and Maybe Teaching.

Aug 2010- TORY FLACTOR moved to Chicago and cried a lot and trained at the Second City and Annoyance theaters. The actor did some sketch comedy too, and did indeed teach a lot of theatre, but mostly cried into an out-of-tune 5 string guitar and stared out over Lake Michigan and wished she was a bird so she could just fly dammit.

June 2013- TRYS FLACKTING moved to NYC with her boyfriend and everyone was like, “oh she’s just following her boyfriend,” and so she decided to commit. Lots of training (Anthony Abeson, Movement Theatre Studio, The Funny School of Good Acting, UCB), some plays, a few commercials and a couple tv shows later, things have been going really well. She has a personality.

@flacktory is currently training with Anthony Abeson, auditioning for roles like “daughter with an opinion,” “vendor girl” and “young mom who either murders or gets murdered,” modeling for guys she meets in bars I guess, fashioning a scarf that will carry both of her cats at the same time like babies, and writing overreaching sentences.


WERK vs. WORK – you can do BOTH!

I ate too much pizza before I went to bed last night, so I couldn’t sleep. Naturally.

After combing through the emails I haven’t checked for 26 days and properly updating a bunch of unnecessary shit on Facebook, I realize it’s only 7:15am. Wow, I have the whole day ahead of me! Now would be a good time to catch up on that Mad Men episode I didn’t see last week.

But instead, here I am updating something more important! I’m learning! I’m really learning!

My level 3 Annoyance class just finished up this week. We’ve been going to this bar in Williamsburg called Redd’s after class. (DON’T tell anyone about this bar, it is too good for you)!

There’s a guy in my class named Brad, and a couple weeks ago he said to me:

“Do you want to keep doing improv?”

Yea of course!”

“Do you want to do it for real? Like, for real?”


“Well. I don’t think you’re ready to commit.”

(gulp)… I’m not?”

“To the practice, to the scene. It’s a huge commitment. I just don’t think you’re ready. I don’t think you’re doing enough work.”

Why did this conversation start?? I must have been doing too much talking about Game of Thrones.

I didn’t really elucidate the importance of the conversation, I know… But it was an important conversation because Brad simply reminded me that this is a city that hustles. All that time you spend watching Mad Men and telling yourself its research, other people are hitting the ground. And by “You” I mean “I.” (Me). And maybe “you” too.

Go home, Brad, you’re drunk. No, really, he was. However, the man had a point. I love it when people tell me what’s up. Thanks Brad.

I’ll end with a photo from the class. It’s a re-enactment of a scene in which two people just touched their butts together the whole time. This is Werk: