Welcome back, Gentle Reader!

We are six days into the new year and four days into rehearsals for A Chorus Line so HELL yeah, it IS happy.

Of course, I have the Christmas cold (the gift that keeps on giving) that was making the  rounds but I am happy to report that the only thing that is hanging around is that doggone cough.  Ugh! However, I shan’t let that dampen my spirit.

Since it is the new year, I keep seeing all the “New Year, New Me” campaigns. Do you participate in the whole resolution ritual, Dear Reader?  I used to, but many years ago I realized that I didn’t have to wait until the year began again to change a habit that I had that wasn’t beneficial to me. With every sunrise, I could take a chance to make a change, so I have 365 chances each year. This idea hit me in the face like a director threw a wire bound conductor’s score at me. The great thing about this revelation was that it dawned on me that self reflection should happen every day.

So I try and it has helped me quite a bit.  Now the one thing that I can’t get it to help with is my time management.  LOL! I think the bouncing between two jobs and shows (I have so much fun doing those that I can’t call them jobs) takes up a few hours out of my day.  Easily two and a half to three hours. I have tried to use day planners and smartphone apps, but they don’t seem to work for me.  For shows, I just assume that I am called to be at rehearsal every day, but then the stage managers often send out emails clarifying rehearsal details. Talk about a life saver! LOL!

Anyway… at the end of August, I came across something called bullet journaling.  I began to look at everything about this subject. The end of November came along and I began my journal in December. I have found that I love it! The reason why is because it is all blank pages that I design myself. So I get to be creative and draw all over that bad boy.  Granted, Gentle Reader, it isn’t great drawing that I do, but I get to do all the formatting and doodling so I find it a lot of fun and didn’t realize how much time I spend “playing” with it. Getting my left and right brains to make friends has been a chore, but they are becoming acquaintances.

I have found it so useful.  Now I have a better grasp on my time. It isn’t perfect, but it is better and it is a start.

So as an ever evolving super curious person, I love being able to change my habits whenever I want, without the idea that the only time I can do it is at the beginning of a new calendar.

How do you keep track of your busy life?  Can you keep it all in your head?  (I am totally jealous, if you can do that) Have you tried bullet journaling?  Let me know in the comments below, Dear Reader.

Until next time…


Dear Gentle Reader,

When Madonna released her first single for the Rebel Heart album, she made a claim.  At her Grammy performance, she said she wanted to start a revolution of love. I was super stoked to hear that. The only problem was that when I got the album, there wasn’t enough of that “love revolution” theme on it.

I use twitter, instagram, and the good ol’ Facebook in different ways because, well, they are different mediums.  I try my darnedest to post different things on each.  I have a hard time sharing the same thing because (as I have mentioned on several occasions) I don’t like repetition.  I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but it does.

But I like idea of a revolution of love. 2017 is going to be a challenge. It is a government transition and there will be shake ups and melt downs.  So, I want to set us all on a positive road by dropping a bomb on you. LOL! Well, I am calling it a love bomb.

The word bomb is a horrible name, but I want this to work just like a bomb.

When I think of  bombs, I imagine the thing landing and as it bursts, it sends out a wave of destruction.  The idea of this particular bomb is to share something I love about you via a social media timeline. Hopefully, you will feel like joining me and post something on someone else’s timeline using the tag. Basically, the feeling is like the shrapnel, the effect, and I hope it makes you want to send a bomb of your own.

It’s a little silly I’ll admit, but why not do it? We could use a little heartfelt silly in the world. The only bad part about it is that for a true hashtag, one must only use words. I think is important to use the icon ❤️ though.  Not just because I worry someone may confuse this with the actual spelled out tag of “love bomb” They are essentially the same, but I love the idea of the image of the heart because of the point at the bottom of it.  Like it is going to dig in and the rounded ends are getting ready to explode and spread the feeling.

So my dear reader, expect to see a lot of #❤️bomb and #BEDLaM from me in the coming weeks.  BEDLaM will show as a tag so if you wanna see all the #❤️bombs I am doing, you can find it with the BEDLaM tag.

To you Gentle Reader, I love you because you choose to share a little bit of your time with me. I thank you from the deepest parts of my ❤️  #❤️bomb  #BEDLaM


Welcome To BEDLaM

Posted: December 26, 2016 in Uncategorized


bedlam-001Dear Gentle Reader,

Merry Christmas! (I am a day late…thumbs down to me.)

When I say bedlam, to where does one’s mind fly off? For me, it immediately travels to a situation not unlike a mental institution more often than not or where there is a lot of madness/chaos e.g. Target on Christmas Eve, Walgreens/CVS on Christmas Day…but bear with me…

Bedlam: a place, scene or state of uproar or confusion [Merriam-Webster}

To say I hear voices would paint me as a little coo-coo, so I will say that I have clumps and  jumbles of information/ideas that bounce around in my head ALL THE TIME. There are times when I become frustrated that I can’t get them out and sadly, I direct that toward people that don’t deserve it; namely Perry. Sorry, love.

There is this chaos in there that sometimes stalls me out because I want to do everything all at once for all of the projects. I will gather what I need for one project and then I start to go and get other things for the next but then just wander about in a confusion on what the next thing is going to be.  It just overloads me and I sit down and, well,  end up doing nothing. And I hate that feeling.

However, if I stop and take a look into that chaos and break it down bit by tiny bit, the whole picture becomes bearable. This takes patience and perspective. But who’s got that kind of outlook.  LOL! Patience, yeah, I got that, but perspective?  Not so much. Well, I should say big picture perspective in relation to time and effort.  In order to break it all down and begin to manage it, you need to make time for it.  Even if you feel like you don’t have time for anything else, you must make time.  Rather I must make time. I must steal away bits of time from this chore or that task.  Heck, even if it is only for 15 minutes and it is in the car when I am on my way to work, I need to make time to sort those bits and pieces to create something.  Who cares if it isn’t perfect? Well, I mean, technically I do, but if I use that as a crutch nothing will ever get done. The author, Elizabeth Gilbert, put it best when she equated working on one’s creative pursuits to having an affair.  The two married people always seem to make time or find an opportunity to get together. No matter the cost. So as she put it I am going to find “that 15 minutes to make out with each other in a stairwell.”

That’s what must be done with creative ideas.  Even if you don’t feel the inspiration, you work on your discipline every day and create.  Will it always be good?   Maybe not. Most likely not, but that’s what it takes to grow. That’s all I want to do, is to grow.  Walking around with a loving and open heart it isn’t enough for me. I learned what I could do with that, but I want to push myself more.  I don’t just want to keep pushing myself for shows, I want to create and bring the ideas I have in mind into the world.

Well, creating something out of just ideas is hard work and it is kind of magical in a sense. The word conjure means to create or imagine something according to Merriam-Webster. What’s another word for conjure? Magic. I have long wished that magic was a real thing.  I still have hope. Maybe magic is real and is just more subtle. I heard a theory in a book called Big Magic that considers the possibility that ideas might be little bits of energy. What is magic, but the bending of energy to accomplish an appropriate end result. Well, on the Merriam-Webster it says that magic is “the power to control natural forces possessed by certain people (witches and wizards) in folk tales and fiction.”
What if that “power to control” is just cooperating with that natural force, working with it to bring it into existence?

So I am going to dive into bedlam. Fully.  Total immersion.  I have 3 shows lined up next year and that may be my self imposed limit unless it is something REALLY big. However, I want to build and make, so facing the chaos is the only way to go.  Not over, not under but walk into it and begin to clean up this madness.

This brings us back to bedlam. My plan is to use this word as a mantra. Bedlam. Bedlam.  But what does this mean? Well, not exactly the literal translation. For me, bedlam will stand for Bring Each Day Love and Magic. Keep that open heart, but work your ass off to create. And create. Love the practice. Seduce inspiration. And create.

So go off, my friends, create. Make magic with inspiration. And keep doing it.

What do you want to create? Did you start working on it? How complete is your project Send me a comment!  Send it here or twitter: @theactorvist or on instagram: @theactorvista.

Until next time, dear reader, keep it up!

Have a wonderful day!

The End…Already?

Posted: December 23, 2016 in Blog Post

Found this online. I liked the aggressive and worn out nature of the font. Has the same feeling that I believe 2017 may take.

Dear Gentle Reader,

I swear that the last time I checked my calendar, it was merely October and I was stressing about getting a different car!  I think I may have had some sort of mental memory/time blockage.


Love this fella.  I admit that I enjoy watching almost ANY alien show.  Don’t judge! LOL!

Kidding. Seriously, though, where does time go?  How much have I wasted in that stupid pursuit of trying to build my bank accounts to pay off this car faster? I have worked nearly every single day on strictly that issue and now I feel worn out and a bit ragged.

I can’t recall if I have ever mentioned before, my friends, for my secret (well, not so much now) enjoyment of audiobooks about the subject of creativity and the brain.  Something about them just makes me feel as though the reader is speaking directly to me.  I only listen in the car, so I am usually alone.  But so many points get brought up that feel like a tiny arrow is zinging me right through the eye and into my brain or shattering my rib to get to my heart.

At the center of all the books is essentially the belief that if you are a creative soul and all you do with your ideas is to write them down, then believe that you will work on them later or whenever you get around to it, those ideas can drift away.  Or maybe the magic in that idea is gone forever and you just chug away at it like you were digging a ditch.  Not very much enjoyment in that, is there? I can attest to this, because in the last 6 years of this silly little site, I have written down 53 ideas that I thought I would get to “when I could/had time.”  I have seen some of these ideas become pretty fun things done by someone else. Some I have yet to find anywhere and I hope that I do them in the coming year before I lose them.

Now, when I wasn’t onstage or working on a show this past year, the realities of life were heavy.  2016 was filled with Heroes that were taken too soon, friends/family that passed away, or friends suffering from death in their family, politics, finances, politics, my wanting to “know” more, politics.  I think that trying to run from these moments in time is what led to my realization that I have “lost” months or so just trying to keep my head above something that made me feel like I would drown.  Maybe that’s why I chased down so many shows this year to avoid life’s ugly or at least not as fun truths.

With this knowledge, I say, nay, I shout “BRING ON 2017, for I shall bring on BEDLaM!”

Until then, dear Reader, look back on your year.  What did you learn about yourself?  What challenge did you defeat?  Congratulations are in order.  Cheers!

Oh, and What is BEDLaM, you ask, my friends.  I’ll tell you tomorrow.


Oh Gentle Reader,

I have had a pet peeve about this slogan that I see popping up on commercials more and more for at least six months now. It’s interesting that I am not the only one as a Google search autocompleted when I was less than halfway through typing. Those other people were offended by something else. Here’s one of my faves.

Yes, I understand it is merely a marketing campaign and I don’t fault them for using a clever tactic that is similar to “reality tv.” The thing about them is that there have been some actual aspiring actors in these spots. No, they may not be SAG (Screen Actors Guild) members, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t actors. 🎭

But I am not here to debate the subject of whether or not a person has to have a membership to SAG or AEA (Actors’ Equity Association) to be an actor. Or even whether these commercials are trickery. 🙀

I just want to point out that this phrase seems to belittle the work that actors do.  I can’t speak for movies, but in the realm of theatre, actors can move the audience into a different way of considering something that was once as simple as black and white. The actor can bring to light an emotion that the viewer didn’t know they felt about a subject or person. The actor can take you away from reality, even if it is for just a brief moment in the span of your evening.

Actors put in so much time, energy, passion, compassion, and open armed love to the characters that they build, that at least for me maybe others too, it also leads to being wholly vulnerable to deep subconscious emotions that were waiting to be released.

So by not being able to hide behind a wall of self preservation or a label we see ourselves through when we look in the mirror, we, as actors, can see who we REALLY are. This is why this slogan rubs me the wrong way.

Now, it turns out that life has thrown me some 🍋lemons, dear reader, and I am preparing to make a lemon chiffon cake out of it.  It’s like having only the lemons and an egg with all the other ingredients still at the store. I know, I know.  It’s supposed to be lemonade. BUT I am never one to go with “supposed to be’s.”

What I find kind of funny about this situation is that it all ties back to cars! 😄 Well, my little beat up Toyota Rav4 is nearing the need to replace the engine. It’s 20 years old and has tons of miles on it.  This now begs the question, do I get a new(er) car or replace the engine?  A part of me really wants the new car, but I adore the size of the car now and the later models all have larger bodies, so that is what’s keeping me from diving in.

BUT the real question is, when I begin to talk to the salespeople, should I be an actor or a real person? 

Gentle reader, I think we all know the answer to that! 😜