Source: Breakfast With Katrina
. . . You Love with Love. A dear friend, who happens to live across the globe, and whom I have yet set eyes on in person, sent me a most thoughtfully artistic gift. As ‘pen pals’ we communicate through this delightful invention termed “The Internet”. He consistently brings me laughter and smiles with his blog BlueFishWay and we have a running callback of having breakfast together each morning- a goal I hope one day to realize in the flesh!
In this life that is all too brief, one leaf on a tree in a forrest but for a season, it delights me much to have found friends who believe and support creative efforts. It is a pleasure to applaud them, as well. We each have a voice, and this is recently reminded to me as I am in the midst of listening to a powerful audiobook, for perhaps the second or third time, “The War of Art” by S. Pressfield. It is important to remember that the act of creating is selfLess. The actor/writer/photographer creates to serve The Muse. So many strive to create, to bring life and inspiration through art and its platform to bring clarity and beauty into the life of another human. Write the stories You want to read and watch . . . this is what occurred to me when viewing a movie I had once, in another chapter of my life, enjoyed.
Still I feasted visually on the location: Ireland. However, the trite pursuit of a woman to wed, left me rolling my eyes skyward, and wishing for more stories of Women of Courage. Throughout history many strong females existed, at the forefront of change and perseverance – Pocahontas, Debra Sampson, Elizabeth Blackwell, Annie Oakley, Annie Sullivan, and Amelia Earhart – are a mere half dozen. This comes on the heals of a one woman play I am currently rehearsing which features these daring and brave women. Respected, admired, and inspired by true actions, these are the traits I seek in a Hero – someone to love. Courage is a twinkle, a star that makes others smile and breathe deeply. Thank you, to all who inspire themselves, fore YOU inspire me!
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After writing the entire blog, uploading a photo, and clicking ‘insert into post’ … POOF! away went the words and ugh, and now … about what am I to communicate? Knowing, from previous akin events that for safety, I should have typed all this up in a document and finally pasted it in: I feel a fool. One easily frustrated at that, who then quickly closes the window [sigh] completely loosing any hope for ‘undo’. On the good side, you are all saved from reading a rant on iPhone vs. Android and the non-turn-on-able phone I have been with/out for the last week- Yeah, a whole week. Considering this is my business lifeline, the freakout was considerable, at the start, especially because the contract is not up for renewal until I celebrate a birthday in 3.5 months, but then my marvelous mother [with the assist by my generous brother Austin] sent me a replacement battery.
Hallelujah to the Universe in all infinite energy! Salvation has arrived [albeit three days later than scheduled thanks to the U.S. Post], but I am saved (from the shackle-less-ness-of-not-having-a-phone?)! Fingers crossed that this simple battery is the fix … and it was! The Peace made and more easily maintained [surprise!] than expected throughout the past week’s stresses was immediately replaced with rapture for [WOOHOOOO!] once again being technologically linked instantaneously to every social connection . . . soon to be overwhelmed by the belabored, immediate influx of the finally received texts, emails, WordPress updates, oi Oi OI! It was so funny going back to sending emails and remembering a time, not so long ago, when email was the quick way to connect, now replaced by the [sometimes] most rapid text message.
I am grateful to be back in business, and cannot believe the week has passed. It was rather quiet :) and that was nice for a change. However, back to the complete beck-and-call availability to all, casting, manager, and agent alike. Thank you for the moment of/and return from technological solitude.
Please do weigh in, if you have an opinion, on the iPhone vs. Android query. I would love to read and learn more than research has revealed.
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p.s. 01:42 the next day = 21:42 the night before
Inspiration. I am posting this for myself to re-read tomorrow morning :) [with tea! Cheers!]
Originally posted on Traveling Adventures of a Resilient Entertainer:
They call me the “YES” man. Just keep swimming! This is a motto I learned from a fish. Always stay in motion, like a shark does to keep on breathing. For me, working in entertainment is a constant fight forward finding/creating the next job. Growing up in entertainment “NO” was a normal answer. To get that mysterious “YES” a change in my life had to be made. No longer was I waiting for others to “Help” me to succeed. I ran from the idea of relying on a Record Label, Agent, Manager, etc to give me a chance to prove myself. It was my job to prove myself and no one else.
In life, it is about proving your worth on your own. Rise to the top until you cannot go any further. The secret is to run your life like a business. You want to be…
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An “unlimited” monthly pass to the Yoga studio around the corner has inspired more and deeper breathing in me. Normally (realistically) this is not in my budget, yet the festival I am performing in deserves to showcase me at my most relaxed and focused. My usual practice includes Yoga DVDs, and honestly, lacks consistency, because although it should be as simple as roll out a yoga mat and start stretching, somehow the act of vacuuming impedes my dedication. Perfectionism gets in my way. Things needing to be just so holds me back from doing things that are just enough.
When I took acting classes with D.W. Brown at the Baron/Brown Studio in Santa Monica, California, I came to realize by carving out time to practice an hour of Yoga prior, the scenes I was in were more consistently in the moment and relaxed. Coincidence (noun) = a striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance. “Apparently” is the optimum word. One moment affects the next, and so on throughout existence. I certainly feel more clear and focused, and certainly breathing more since last Monday when I began ‘knocking myself out’ with unlimited Yoga – up to number five today!
Friday, I did a headstand. Technically, I did two headstands, because I fell out of the first, very brief, one and while others in the class were still in their pose (one person in Headstand 2!! – a variation on the already challenging) I had enough time to attempt a second. I had more difficulty getting back into the headstand the second go, because, as the instructor said, I was too excited. “Take a breath, calm down, focus” and up I went. One might think a strong head is required for this pose, however, as I learned a strong core is necessary, and today (I did another headstand AND this time held it for even longer!) I realized strength in the shoulders helps, too, because that is truly where the weight is placed. NOW, off to Tech Rehearsal for opening night Wednesday!
May you feel beautiful, listen lovingly, and be determined!
“The Light in me bows to the Light in you.”
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Today, I am focusing on consciously improving a lite New York accent. Listening to a CD from Sam French respected dialect coach, David Allan Stern, I can feel the genuine brawl beginning to shape itself in my mouth, specifically in front of the lower lip, once more. In rehearsals a few weeks ago, I kinda threw the accent out there playfully, to try it on for one of the segments in a play we have already successfully performed twice. This was one of those happenstance moments with the other actresses went with the moment and threw it right back at me and the director loved it! The PLAY of rehearsals, the discovery of a new moment, action, or accent thrills!
In this play it is especially important to make distinct choices, because four actresses are representing 25 Veteran soldiers. (We each voice at least six women with only our physical instrument to make them clearly unique.) To make it easier on the audience to differentiate and remember every time I open my mouth I may not be the same voice/person I spoke from previously, I found it helpful from the beginning to give one character a Southern accent. The dialogue almost required it, though the author did not state it: she calls her granddaddy Popop. It is always important to make choices specific, and even more so without costume changes to make a character change clear. I am also working ways to create individual posture, and have named several segments: Maria, Jordan, Priscilla, Tori, Abra, etc.
As we continue to rehearse I become more excited for the Planet Connections Festival. After attending a gala last night which commenced the opening, I understand the backbone of this event is one of preventing censorship- in all it’s forms. “In Our Own Voice”, certainly says truths I never fathomed the depths of until experiencing these brave women’s words. War is a mean variant of life I avoid wrapping my head around- I feel so cowardly and helpless. I once believed I was doing a kindness by thanking Veterans for their service to protect my freedom. This scratch-the-surface-understanding has since deepened.
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While it is nice to work on eyeballs, as an opthalmic technician, I am regularly reminded by octogenarians how the “golden years” are not worth it. The ‘convenience’ of working at the MD office affords me the ability to pay for my car, while the remainder of my bills- I manage to pay for all through the beauty and blessing of acting. I am proud my professional network and social sites continue to grow, and most importantly my circle of work continues to pull in women writers creating strong female characters. It is curious to me how I wished and yearned to work with empowered women, both in play and in a working relationship, and the Universal energy that is always spinning in our best interest brought them to me, or me to them.
‘In Our Own Voice’ is a play about women veterans and their personal experience throughout enlistment, deployment, and eventually coming home. The relationships between leaders, teammates, family and civilians- we may have an idea, but this play was drawn out of actual group therapy sessions and individual interviews with women veterans. I have learned a great deal, the tough facade I place upon military personnel is only a part of them- everyone still has feelings, even when they have been taught and practiced not to for the sake of safety. The single biggest honor of my acting career thus far was performing this piece last year at the Veterans Association in front of a crowd of brave humans.
Since that date, we have brought the show to a library, where it was equally well received. The end of this month, into the beginning of July, including a performance ON my Dad’s birthday, will bring us to a festival in Manhattan. MY FIRST MANHATTAN PERFORMANCE! Rehearsing this play again with my adoptive ‘sisters’ is a wonderful joy, full of energy. My Dad was a Marine Drill Instructor and I am privileged to have him always in my heart, most especially during this exciting time. The gift that keeps on giving, and a new monologue has even grown out it for this newest rendition. Lucky me!!
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It is Monday already! (Again!) And I barely remembered, because the weather is lovely out and I have stayed busy (after five walks to wear out the 90 pound pup who will turn One-year-old tomorrow!) creating a template for new professional paperstock. How exciting. It is rather fun to make progress in something that started out foreign and unnavigable, and is now uniquely my own to mail as a coverletter to select casting directors introducing myself with freshly printed headshots and resumes. So much business, it is understandable why one would be grateful for a professional assistant. A ‘ONE DAY’ GOAL!
Through the advice of a savvy business consultant at * BBRProductions * I have created [after many revisions and suggestions and additional improvments] a professional letter, or rather an easier to digest note-size preface with enough research on the receipient and spunky, naturalistic personality of the sender to attain an Agent’s attention. Appreciatively so, Praise, let it be! Additionally, I have incorporated a watermark of my logo in the personalized greeting; I feel so fancy-pants. Then! it occured to me “IT IS MONDAY! I HAVE A WORDPRESS TO POST BEFORE 7 P.M.!” [Eastern Standard Time to still count as today]
Here I sit, needing hydration- ah, that’s better [Cheers Ralph!]- still finalizing me note, and trying to decide which photo to include here- sometimes that is what really hangs me. Oh the truth is, it all hangs me up- this indecisive little Libra strives for more balance and Thankfully there is a Yoga studio a mere two minute walk, a guaranteed cure to better breathing! OH! And next week!!! The farm season begins again! Being out in nature on an organic * farm * with amazingly good people growing food always brings me Peace and Harmony AND BLISS! Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, local food: who does not derive immense pleasure from eating FRESH food?! I taste the love, and the veggies truly are more full of flavor. #Spoiled thanks to * Biophilia *. Now, back to work! Close to a finished product . . . then, assembling the paperclipped note/headshot/resume, printing address labels, a walk to the post office, and stamps. Let the mailing begin!
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KatrinaPerkins.com, AND “If you like to eat, Hug a farmer.”
P.S. I posted this accidentally yesterday (Monday) as a page :D
Fraturday (noun) an overnight on a Friday, ending Saturday morning.
Last week I worked a three “day” overnight booking filming a movie with Dave Franco. I was a masked character in a group of hundreds, but the location was amazing and should look really great for the onscreen finale. Let it be known: One overnight throws your sleep schedule off for at least a day, or even two. By the time you get home, the sun is up and most everyone else is rising and shining. Trying to sleep for more than a few hours is an effort, waking only a couple hours later, then trying to function on half the sleep normally necessary- the day drags as much as you do. I cannot wait to take a shower and call it an early night and go to bed at a [once dreaded] child’s bedtime of 8 pm.
Back-to-backs can be a challenge, even when they are not overnights, especially when the project booked is different from one day to the next. Inevitably, the first show will work 14-15 hours, wrapping really late. By the time you get home, pack the requested wardrobe for the next day’s movie with the Murphy’s Law call-time of 5:30 am, three hours of sleep is usual. Thus, back-to-back bookings eventually wear you down, requiring time to recoup, in the hopes of preventing a fall to illness, which can take you away from work opportunities even longer.
I owe myself eight hours of sleep; between the three consecutive overnights and one Fraturday just past- this is when being a napping pro would come in useful. If it is a rainy day, I can nap, or a hot day when nothing is really scheduled… otherwise, the mind will not shut-up long enough to fall asleep in the middle of the day. Today, I napped! Tomorrow, I go to a softball game to cheer on the SAG-AFTRA team in Central Park! Hard work deserves some fun in the sun!!
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‘Wordpress Wednesdays’: clearly, a mere brief success, a couple o’cameos at best. [From this I shall learn, change, try an alternative.] Despite having Tuesdays “off”, normally (aside from taking the 90 pound pup to the vet for chiropractic and cold laser treatments, and cleaning laundry, etc.) – quite naturally, I then, Thankfully, proceeded to have the BUSIEST March [bleeding into April [truly it was more average actually of the on-set variety, and I logged more days in the MD’s office than ever before] on record. The documented history of Katrina Perkins, actress: since beginning this acting journey by taking the chance and creating the full-time availability required to say “YES!” every time Casting calls, texts, or emails. Wait for it . . .THREE TIMES AS BUSY, I was IN FACT!
Again, Grateful, so full of Gratitude, well, it is my pleasure to say I am still smiling, and only just recently recovered (ever so slightly) from the exhausting lack of sleep from repetitive 3 a.m. alarms to report to set by 5:30 in the morning. I chose this… And I keep choosing it. AND I hope to be even twice as busy as all that in March 2016! Which might just happen (here’s hoping, hoping, hoping, fingers crossed, and touch wood) if, neigh, WHEN a certain Jimmy Fallon produced television pilot is picked up for a whole season by NBC.
‘May BE Mondays’ will prove sustainable if I listen to the results (or lack there of) and respond, just as in the best and most authentic acting, and real life. “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” Simple Brilliance of Einstein! It is indeed time for a change! Write it during the week; type it up, add a photo, and schedule the post to be published on the weekend. That is an idea, anyway. I am stronger than this; I can be as consistent with WordPress as I am with showing up early to pursue the passion that is being on-set and creating entertainment!!
P.S. I wrote this about two, almost three, weeks ago… May may IT BE the month of Mondays manuscripts :)
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