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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!!

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


Katrina PerkinsAfter 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

Katrina PerkinsAn “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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While it is nice to work on eyeballs, as an opthalmic technician, Katrina PerkinsI 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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Katrina PerkinsOvernight (noun) work”day” begins near sunset, filming through the darkness of night, usually exteriors, ending the next morning with the changing of the morning sky a half hour before sunrise.

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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Ooops “little more red” = Much Darker

W.ARNING A.BSTRACT T.ANGENT:  I love seeing.  I Love laughing.  I love hearing, most especially when it precedes laughter.  I love smiling in appreciation of all this and so very much more. Today, last night, this morning, with my car, I worked shooting as an extra on a pilot (a T.V. program produced as a prototype of a series being considered for adoption, to be ‘picked-up’, by a network) “Blanco”.

The call-time, the time production schedules an actor or crew member to arrive at the location, was 11 P.M. last night.  Somehow, I had never before crossed the Williamsburg Bridge.  Wow.  Simply Wow; I wish anyone else was driving so I might have snapped multiple blurry photos that would never compare to a professional stationary photographers perfect angle.  Wow.  I would love to live there on the Williamsburg Bridge for that view, or at the least be happily stuck in traffic and be blessed with a clear picture.

I tried to find a photo to include here (admittedly putting the perfect words into – an energy saving version of Google by Google– is not my forte), alas they just were not the truly amazingly breathtaking beauty witnessed nigh midnight driving over that Bridge.  Many photographers have the bridge in the photo… this one time I was not in awe of the incredible structure supporting the tires, instead gawking in awe at the depth and curvature of the shoreline with L!ghts abounding… my life’s ambition is to have a place to see that at night.  Wow.  If only I could see the sunrise from the same space… might require the purchase of multiple apartments, but if you dream it —> then you can smile doing it. Sometimes being a ‘background performer’ can be delightful, even in 20˚ exterior shots walking around in the snow; making three new friends; seeing familiar ones like P.A. Lincoln Major from “Boardwalk Empire”.  The car sat on the side of the street alleviating the random owner from moving an actual car parked there in the middle of a scene or a take, which would ruin continuity and the shot, thus upsetting productivity and wasting time, and thus money.

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We are a beautiful breed.

For Beauty we bleed

Our Souls on the page

Knitting words in moments

of Truth unspoken–

haze of day’s rage

when Happiness remembered

Knocks tauntingly

rattling the cage

we somehow choose

to live this life contained

within deception’s brain.

Why does True Beauty bring

Eyes wide and Light Bright

make us squint and close.

Our ears, in the sand combing

onion skins thin cries

cutting o’lives lies

by Lending Honesty

and Listening to LOVE

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July held an eco-cast audition [a recorded video submitted on-line] Lawyer2which led to a live call-back [a second audition]. This was excitedly my first eco-interview.  Most actors agree, auditioning is THE dread downside of the profession. Anxiety in wanting the part, feeling the need to be “good enough”, and desire to be chosen for the part rather than rejected. Truth is, as I was reminded, talent may play less in casting than fitting the right Look of actors together, scheduling, and name recognition [a large part of the biz is who knows You].

The challenge, personally, is in the tension and pressure I place on the event as a pass/fail test of my ability.  A tense actor is not going to “Live Truthfully” or show herself in the best light.  The recorded audition went wonderfully well for two reasons.  One- a good director friend read the other character’s lines, and two- we did about four takes of each scene… progressively getting more comfortable with the material and relaxing to sound more like the voice I naturally speak.  Of course it helped greatly to have a bit of direction after each go AND having casting only see the best take. Another reminder was the importance of following instructions.

Two sides [a scene from the script used for auditioning to give the casting director/producer/director a glimpse of you as this character] were emailed to actors.  One actor posted her video on YouTube, having only filmed herself performing one of the scenes. Trusting she did not make the call-back cut, partly because subsequent correspondence included even more specific instructions as to the importance in reading and following ALL instructions as an indicator of both professionalism and one’s ability to take direction on-set.  I did not get the part in the end, the value remained in being reminded “the look” matters immensely. While I do have a tree-hugging quality (which was right for the role) the smooth polished look of a political campaigner or cop is not my “casting type”.  Thorough attention to detail is a pleasant asset, and as a said Asset- well reminded- not possessed by all.

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