Moments of inspiration, respiration, perspiration, they come in and out of life.  When a person is born, we celebrate.  When a person dies, we mourn.  A celebration

of the life they shared with us and the world is a productive, optimistic, motivating choice. I wholly empathize, and cry hard, to the point of nausea, when a close loved one croaks.  All that morose feelings, though, is for me, my regrets for not seeing them that one last time, hurt I did not soak up every opportunity with them because my “life”, and appointments, and commitments got in my own way. Excuses.

Our loved ones know we love them, they know this because we spent loving time and shared deep unexplainable connections, over countless moments together. To have regrets, the pain is deep. A pain unalterable, all we can do is allow, and let go. How easy it is, two simple, short words, to say: Let go, of all we wish had happened, would happen. How brief this life is, and how peaceful we can choose to breathe. Or to heave, with sobbing thrusts, when all is truly out of our little control. Control, like time, and money, are, in fact, illusions. Death commands: Relinquish.

This year has proven a grand reminder, to live in this moment, this present before me NOW. To breathe deeply, in and out, to seek ways to calm myself and care for this little being, channeling the most energetic essence, that is me. Many times, folks have told me I have to take care of myself, and those too are easy, valuable words. Figuring out HOW to care for myself, when life has thrown much seriousness to deal with onto the playing board, I try to … PLAY. As a wooer of words, I adore looking up synonyms. My favorite for months has been

PLAYFUL [adj] funny, fun-loving: coltish, flirtatious, frisky, jaunty, jesting, jocund, mirthful, rollicking, snappy, vivacious, whimsical, and zippy.

Simply typing these words has spanned a smile wide across my face. May mirth rollick into you day in many ways.  It’s all worthy.

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This Monday 10/10 I am enthralled to be a guest on BBox internet radio!  Have a listen from 1-3pm EST!!

Last week, I attended an open meeting with a commercial agent at the actor’s union (SAG-AFTRA) office. As a Meisner trained actor, I am confident stating listening is a strength of mine. screen-shot-2016-09-24-at-2-06-11-pmCommercials, however, while they may involve listening or reacting to another actor or situation, are more likely to be a monologue. In every situation an actor must bring herself to the material, let it flow through without pushing, relax, have fun, and ultimately play!

The ‘Casting Access’ opportunity stipulated “bring 30 seconds of commercial copy”, your headshot and resume, oh, and it is not advised to wear flip-flops. They really have to say that; maybe it’s for the L.A. folks. This was to be my very first foray into commercials. Of all the classes in which I have invested, from improv to auditioning for the camera, I now shake my head that so potentially lucrative a field as commercials was overlooked. Commercial acting is … acting, but it is also specific in its technique, and thanks to the Q&A with the agent, there is now a serious value for years of thorough improv training.

Google [personally I utilize] knows everything, and with a quickness I found an ice cream commercial that felt right for me, “my type”, the young mom, shall we say. I worked on memorizing it, and the day came for my very first commercial audition, albeit for a commercial agent. As far as I could feel, it went exceedingly well. He was very positive with his feedback, remarking he could see me recalling the memory like we do in real life (the cogs turning so-to-speak), I was warm and brought my organic essence; I felt like I had nailed it. Then, I had to let it go. Doing fantastic makes one levitate with ecstatic satisfaction- you feel validated, like “yeah, I am very good”. In the end, though, in every aspect of life, we have to let it go, move on, because after we do whatever it is we do, there is the next moment in life, and holding on to the past stifles the future.

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I am one of the

check out the YouTube I recorded a week ago!

Today, casting inquired my availability to audition: today. “Yes!”was the natural response. One always enthusiastically replies affirmative. At least, this is the habit we cultivate when desiring positive reverberation from Universal Energy to all our own hopes and dreams answered. This audition was specific to redheads … and could I be there by 2:00 pm. Again: “Yes!”.

Quick like a bunny, I hopped in the shower and blow-dried my hair, found my last remaining prepared headshot and resumé [they pleasantly remarked how I was the only one who had come prepared] and off I went into the magic that is Manhattan. Arriving, after discovering the entrance, though listed on Broadway, was truly on 40th … being photographed by security in order to have a barcode printed with my photo so I can to scan my way through the gates to ride the elevator, I land on the 23rd floor to a standing-room-only waiting room full of glorious redheads!

Katrina Perkins

Rocks and leaves

Pleasantly chatting up the male receptionist for approximately half an hour … it was my turn. They were looking to fill five positions for a live event to include: the cowgirl from Toy Story, Lucille Ball, Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman, Wendy from the fast food restaurant, and Poison Ivy. I think every woman instantly wants to be the tall, sexy Pretty Woman, but reality helped me consider the chances of me, at 5’3”, fitting that tall bill … upon re-evaluation, my excitement grew as I realized my long tendrils would be a perfect fit as Poison Ivy. The audition consisted of improvisation, which was immense fun. Sexy, seductive, deadly Poison Ivy. Needless to say, [I forgot to mention, a bird made a tiny poo landing right on me surfacing from the subway] … the audition went splendid! They confirmed my availability both the 16th and the 18th … I am completely available ALL the 18th, however, I am already booked for the 16th … because … I said “Yes!” to another casting director for a show I work on all the time! “Friday is a rehearsal, it is an hour, everyone has to be there, we’ll be making our decision tomorrow” … oh well! It would have been immensely fun to dress up in an amazing Poison Ivy costume. At least I got to practice auditioning!



For months KatrinaPerkins52016I have been typing, recording (audio notes usually when GENIUS strikes while driving, or there is no way I could take enough notes to communicate), and jotting down “Musings”.  I have amassed three or four documents consisting of several single-spaced pages each, and numerous audio files patiently waiting to be converted.  Inspired this week by a comedian out networking with a comrade visiting and performing from LA- these separate drafts were combined into one and I began organizing the amalgamated material thus far committed to pages.

My ‘To Do’ list has: ‘TRANSCRIBE’ [Oi tedious: play, type, rewind, listen, type, repeat] and ‘MEMORIZE COMEDY SET’, diligently scrawled on it, reminding me to create progress in this arena. With a printout of the combined pages, I am now slowly editing, one page at a time, and it is proving quite fun. The other day, this activity was my sole occupation while standing on a train to an audition. Reading over the first page only, jotting notes [action/additions/direction] in the margin, crossing out stuff that no longer felt good, drawing arrows to move a chunk to another spot easily transitioning or even directly related, and then re-reading the edits finding a few more changes and that ones already in place felt right. Today, I relayed those changes into the new whole-draft; I’m getting excited to practice, to time this first page … and hear, myself, how it flows.

A year or so ago, someone told me I reminded them of Amy Schumer.  I had absolutely no clue to whom they were referring. Looking her up, I inferred they were calling me fat. A rude assessment, I know, but the truth of the moment was, in hindsight, I think they were saying I was funny (and perhaps that I resemble her slightly). In the time since, many people, time after time, on-set and elsewhere have asked me if I am a comedian. I don’t know if it is the Universe urging me to Focus, helping, hinting over and over again, that this voice of mine is worth sharing, because, after all, #LaughterIsTheCure 
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This week I went to Two casting director events.  A panel of four outstanding women in entertainment and a Master Class at the Tribeca Film Festival; so much learning.  It was getting to know each one a little.  I like them, and they will like me too, when we meet one one one.  Time, patience, persistence, more patience, and research- research is where each of these opportunities began.  


What a busy little warming up and getting out of the home (finally) the month of April has turned out to be.  Last year was my first, treading water in Brooklyn.  This year the training wheels are off, a year to learn the ropes, when I could have prepared and researched ahead of time- hind sight … I must be Living, because I am definitely Learning.  The first event, Wednesday past, was discovered researching a respected casting director.  She has twitter, who knew, and so does her assistant!  Who knew times Two!!  Oh hey, and good timing, because she happens to be on a panel: Women Entertaining Change, Professional Women & Entertainment, Media & Communications.

Without hesitation, a ticket was procured to this brilliant opportunity. The fellow attendees, specifically, the five other women sitting at the table with me (it was almost entirely women in attendance) were making moves for them selves- producer (Carmelle Denneman of Georgia Peach Productions), writer, attorney, actress- which also serves to inspire others: certainly me.  Then guess what, aforementioned research snowballed into Tribeca, Directors series class with Jodi Foster!  Sold out.  But then   …   …   a FREE Master Class with Casting Director Ellen Lewis and Ellen Chenoweth moderated by Bernard Telsey !!!  Tribeca how I love thee.  

I have the perfect question.  Now, too late, so Polish, flub-darn-it. This CD happens to be attached to a movie (temporarily on-hold) with Meryl Streep based on Terrence McNally’s 1995 Broadway play, coincidentally, titled Master Class.  Preparation, and marination, and time.  Too busy to set aside time to formulate a quality question; Wah.  Lesson learned: Imagination, day dreams, brainstorming, and most specifically: time set aside with the goal of achieving and cultivating cleverly crafted questions … these are the strength training equipment of the successful business.

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One day last week two people, at independent times, asked me if I “went to work today” or stated with a tone of accusation “you don’t work every day do you?!”  NewsFlash: I Do in fact Work *every* day- I work for Katrina Perkins, Inc.  Simply because I may not leave the home office space to work on-set, just because I may not have an appointment, interview, or audition to prepare for and get to, every single day I am still (shocking!) working: follow-ups, marketing, and yes, even networking. These are only a few of the elements that must be built up and combined in order to get to and enjoy the fun bits I work to increase: moments to actually act.

To limit “work” to what is defined by leaving/going to an office is a misconception of those who work for others. Rather than investing their best energy toward achieving their own dreams and putting words to what they might silently wish to achieve, many people slave as an employee for another- to achieve the goals of someone else, and miss out on knowing what is required to work, and be successful, for oneself. There is banking, contracts, emails (writing takes time people! To craft these words!?!), memorizing, researching and reaching out to connect with new people and create the potential for future possible opportunities. If I were to not make phone calls and send emails, to reach out to make new relationships, how would my business grow?

I took offense to the tone of accusation, and this, I realize represents an aspect within myself that because I reacted to it, there is some actual issue for me. Being my own Boss is hard. Staying focused and motivated and figuring out what the heck to do day by day- these are the tribulations of *successfully* working for oneself. I am responsible for wins, and the opposite side of that coin, I am also at fault when the business seems to have plateaued. Brainstorming at the rise of each day has become a focused productive solution. Consistency is a concept still to be mastered.


regarding the previous post :  YouTube

Photo on 2015-10-06 at 18.06 #3 #3Business must progress in order to remain viable attain growth. Therefore, 2016 will bring the addition of Vlogging to the enterprise of Katrina Perkins, Inc. Management has suggested this for some time, and finally, it shall be implemented; the video is scheduled to drop on YouTube the final Friday of the month. Now… I have decided on a topic: Five Things I wish I Knew (Before I began working background), next is to record the video, then edit, and finally set it free upon the internet!

This is splendid practice on several levels. 1. Choosing a topic (I am challenged when it comes to finalizing a choice, it’s the Libra in me only possibly). 2. Dissecting with intent realistic, weekly goals in order to achieve this monthly project consistently. 3. Recording myself (I am self-critical and have a silly belief I must look perfect, everything must sound perfect, and the ideas I string together must be perfectly understandable). 4. Editing! I have never edited video before, and this might turn out to be easier to learn than I anticipate, which is what I hope! 5. FREE me up to Doing something and Allowing it to BE! I am excited to be undertaking this endeavor, many other humans are capable and I too shall succeed!

This new year is only a week in and many good moments are opening up to me. A regular yoga practice has helped (I was off for a bit, and am now back Om haha) AND I have taken up meditation, at the same yoga studio, which has ben truly beautiful. It is a chakra balancing meditation which lasts about 45 minutes weekly and the energy is sublime; peaceful, centering, vitalizing, uplifting, and I feel stronger, too. Every new beginning has it’s wobbles, but perseverance and consistency bolster any adventure!  see my rising StarMeter on the IMDb icon too!

I am that woman who holds onto a bottle of-who-knows-how-many-too-many-years-old clear nail polish top coat, because the bottle is still more than half full.  Worry nevermore over a cost (though be it well deserved, much needed, self-pampering time) of more Self-manicures, an easy removal from the list of worry.  It comes down to time.  Many matters do.  At the end of the year I find myself more motivated to take my time (does that even make the slightest sense?), and accomplish, somehow, even more.  Focused.  Busy year, quite full of thanks.  List making (aside from the mental ones to keep track of worrying) is a brilliant start to a day.  Consistency creates ease.  Dirty, dirty… chaos, must naturally create the opposite, dis-ease.  And then, and then, and then, another year begins. Perhaps I continue to persevere the day after day of working this Business of Show. And perhaps I overcome having postcards addressed to huge casting director stamped:




Boo!  How does one circumnavigate this hurdle into getting in front of someone in this casting director’s office. Sometimes I feel so nervous auditioning. I get in my own way. Recently I had an experience where I realize this is one of my grandest hurdle. Anxiety. How has this happened to me? I may be the best in the class, but without being in class to work out, I feel less confident going into an audition. I think I just struck on to something. Ok. So classes? Paying for classes is not something for which I am budgeted. No yoga classes. No dance classes.  no stunt training.  no jujitsu.  No acting classes.  But, “I just struck on to something”, and classes certainly eased this anxiety that I suddenly find bear hugging me. What is a woman to do? Part time job for classes? Then how much time am I committing to instead of time spend to grow this incorporation?  To attend classes, at least two days each week. Leaving only five days each week to hope for multiple days to work as an extra, oh grand aspirations one hopes to achieve!  AKA a form of Networking, that happens to pay a little.  Ok. Where there is a will there is a way.  Where? Let us move on to that question perhaps now and we’ll tackle the other one next. Lively New year; the time is now 7:24 in the East Coast USAIMG_0112

Dark Chocolate Malt with FRESH whipped cream

I am postponing a blog about on-set vocabulary, because a young friend who is recovering from an aneurysm asked the title question a couple times on a recent visit. Although I am a relatively appreciative human, all things are in flux.  Sunrise, sunset, balance, diet, sleep, cleanliness, inhale, exhale, the space inbetween, and the cycle of all these moments mingling.  Perfectionism is a fallacy, a frustration at which to be smiled and laughed at loudly.  A beautiful, temporarily, forgetful Being reminded me, we may think we make connections, words to ideas, motivation to movement.  Truly, we make moments – the pinnacle Being filled with Love and Laughter.

I am grateful to have visited her in a rehabilitation center.  She is so free, even to stop and explain her fear of doing less good should she continue.  Through a huge joyous smile, expressing how “frustrating” and literally grasping at not being able to find the right word, she entertained the room with her shining energy of perseverance.  So beautiful, always, on the outside, yet had been somehow hesitant and shy with people when participating in her passion: photography.  Now, from a bed she radiates confidence and enthusiasm making each moment Perfect.  Truth is, rather than this illusion we imagine- a sad magic reductionism, a mental cobweb we catch and wind ourselves up in- the deeper stuff, the sense/feeling in our guts prior to words and explanations, that is Real.

Patient, at times, frustrated, at time, calm, hot, sweet, mean, tired, jazzed, confident, afraid, self-conscious, free, as humans we contain all colors, words, and the labels they offer.  As an actor, I must accentuate what is a slight aspect of myself and emphasize one streak for a role- become comfortable, justify the “rightness” of behaving in a manner “less strong” or “slutty”.  To make sense and appreciate hearing a breeze dancing the leaves outside my window- and link the hieroglyphics we have created to represent this imagery = blessed.  Unintentionally, I punned the young friend in parting: Keep Being Patient with Yourself.  Are we not all Patients in the rehab ward for regularly re-learning Patience🙂

P.S.  Please share YOUR answer to the title below!

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