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Ginny Bartolone's Blog of Many Years

Month: August 2016

  • How Diane Lane Narrating My Life Became This Blog

    Little Thoughts on Finding Your Writing Voice I’ve been in career mode recently.  I love when my brain lets me go there.  I have these occasional waves of motivation, usually timed with the changing of the seasons.  Fall is a big one for me.  I want to fill my house with pumpkin smells, wrap up…

  • To Reach Others, You Must Reach Out

    Almost a year after reaching my 100 follower goal, I just got the notification that I hit 200!  Neato, team!  I love to think that a community has gathered over the past five years to share in my mental wanderings through the ups and downs of pursuing this wacky career. Blogging has taught me something way more…

  • Oh good, I’m super great at the wrong thing

    Last night I had a dream about eating a sandwich with my grandma.  She passed away a little over two years ago, and had one of the best kitchens on earth for snacks and conversation.  In the dream, she made me a huge but simple ham and cheese sandwich on really nice bread that she…

  • Two parks, three trees, and a mighty fine popsicle

    Two parks, three trees, and a mighty fine popsicle

    As I get older, I am constantly reminded that a day can take unexpected turns when you let it.  I began today with an overly structured plan to make it past the morning surprise that I awoke feeling like had spent the night rolling down a rocky, jaggedy hill–a reminder that either my mysterious illness still lingered or that I…

  • Friday Morning Ode to Ben

    I’ve spent nearly the past month and a half in and out of a state of bizarre illness and exhaustion, and have yet to fully understand what’s causing it.  After a whole bunch of tests and day after day of laying in bed, I am slowly starting to feel better. This week, for the first…

  • The Buddhist Actor and the Audition

    The Buddhist Actor and the Audition

    The Mental Life Cycle of an Audition If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed in the past 20-some years of acting, it’s the twisted, complex labyrinth of psychological grief I embark upon each time I lock down an audition. Step one: What a cool opportunity, I’m not going to get hooked on the idea of getting the…