Where do you begin when you have so so so so much going on that you can’t even begin to STOP and organize thoughts into words (much less organize thoughts into words that accurately represent the non-stop goings-on)? Whew! I am spinning!! LOVE IT… but it’s a LOT of swirl. I feel like I’m in the center of a kick-ass Spirograph design with lots of color. It’s gorgeous, complex, and thrilling to behold. But, man, is it a lot to wrap my brain around!

We’ve finished up prereads for Shrinks. Wow. Some of the most amazing (and also some of the most baffling) actors I’ve seen, for this one. I’m thrilled with the actors we’ll be bringing to callbacks (once we are able to cut down even further; we currently have too many actors on our short list). As for what was baffling… well… let’s just say I actually WISH there were a Hollywood Blacklist so that I could make sure one actor is on it. *shudder* I have written (for the first time, ever): NEVER AGAIN across a headshot. I’ll explain why over drinks somewhere, sometime… later.

Just got back from the Chandler Hall table read (I didn’t stay for any of the read itself; just went at the start to get the last two actors to sign off on their SAG contracts and to get *my* final check for casting services). It is so very cool to see all of the actors cast in one place at the same time. Casting directors never really get to do that. We may see two or three together during chemistry checks at callbacks, but it’s so neat to see a dozen confident, CAST, happy actors gathering, meeting, ready to begin the journey that will result in a feature film a year from now. Very gratifying.

Happily completing my essay (to go with my application) for joining the CSA. Received a copy of the letter Michael Donovan wrote on my behalf. It made me cry. What a wonderful man! And truly, he has been a mentor for me since the very beginning of this road (heck, even before I had any idea it was a path)! Wonderful letter. Wonderful man.

In fact, Michael was one of the first people Keith called with the good news. Yup. Keith Johnson, just three years after his first acting gig in Los Angeles, has signed with Origin Talent. That’s right. THE Origin Talent. That’s Origin Talent of JP Manoux, Katie Stuart, Patrick Malone, Susan Wood, Rodney Rowland, Kate Flannery, Christa Campbell, Suzanne Krull, Patrick Bristow, Jf Pryor, Will Wallace, Sean Bell, Rusty Joiner, Lindsay Hollister, Jake Hanover, Jessica Lancaster, and *ahem* Bob Clendenin fame. Awwwwww, yeah! That’s a working actor agency, baby!

Fucking rockstar development. Abby Casey is the best manager on the planet and Keith Johnson now has a manager and TWO agents. Kathleen Schultz for print (signed earlier this week), and now Origin frickin’ Talent. So so so so so amazing. Just unbelievable and delightful and perfect. Congratulations, my working actor baby. Oh, and break a leg at your THIRD producer callback session for Big Love. Nail it to the fucking wall!
*ahem* Sorry ’bout the f-word all over the place. I’m just really happy.

Okay, so in a week full of amazing developments, I get this email from someone who has read my advice in a new book published by the UGA Alumni Association.

Seems my advice to 2005 UGA grads is on page 35. You can download the whole PDF by clicking that phrase. If you just want to see my passage in If I Only Knew Then…, click here (also PDF, just smaller). I shared advice that was shared by my aunt Jean, back when I was in crisis over my decision to move back to Atlanta and go to grad school. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering leaving Hollywood. It was my PLAN. She taught me about Plan A and Plan B… well… read the passage. You’ll see. Cool to have already gotten email about it.

And, I sent a note to Aunt Jean to thank her for the advice and to show her the impact it obviously had on me. I’m guessing she doesn’t even recall that particular conversation, but it certainly helped me, in those tough early-20s (when you’re so sure you know how your life is going to turn out and think it’s WRONG to not know (vs. how blissful it is to not know, which you eventually learn)).

I love living in Santa Monica. We’re almost at our anniversary here. So blissful. Being so close to the beach, being able to walk everywhere, the cool weather, the friendly people. Ah, people laugh about, “Never wanting to go east of the 405,” but Keith tells them I try not to go east of 26th Street! The temperature drops there, when you’re coming back from “the rest of LA” to the Westside. It’s not just that, though. It’s also the vibe. My pulse actually slows at that point. I relax differently. It’s awesome.

And while I love my digs… man, doesn’t this place look cool?

It’s almost that time! I’m really excited about this birthday. It’s been an outstanding year.

That’s Ash in last weekend’s LA Times. (Click it to see the whole article/scan — very large.) Go, girl. You are definitely the breakout star of MTV’s The ’70s House. Win! Win big!

Okay. If you haven’t already, shame on you. And go NOW. Read the brilliance that is (collectively) Colleen Wainwright’s “Searches, We Get Searches” blogs. Of course, every bit of her blog is brilliant, but it’s the SEARCH stuff that makes me *snork* (snort-laugh). So much, in fact, I asked her to teach me how to track searches to my blog so that I could try to be so funny.

So far… here’s what I’ve got. In seven weeks of tracking, the most interesting searches that have come my way have been (and my lame attempt at comedy follows each):

Eva Longoria Golden Globes (Yes, yes she does. Mmmmmm.)
Greer Shephard dress (She does, too. Probably once or twice every day!)
Miata touch-up paint Miata (That’s catchy! I could sing that.)
photo of Kevan Jenson (Hm. I don’t have one, but I’ll see if I can snap a pic on the SixHundy on Wednesday, if you’d like.)
star caps (Tooth-coverings for famous people? Headgear for celestial bodies? Five-point bullets? Nah… just a bright-orange, garlic-smelling herbal drug thingy.)
How’d I do, Coco? You say the searches will get better with time, right? 😉 Hopefully the comedy will too.

Just transition artwork, above. It says my name. Cool, huh?

Okay, so we took a vote in the Gillespie-Johnson household. Best Hunter: Thwok. Sexiest Vixen: Salema. Sweetest Oaf: Archie (although Keith was close on that one… he’s not as sweet).

Oh, and Lily, here’s my blog!

‘Til next time!

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(reminders to self: blog about why a special agent from the ATF stopped by on Thursday, the cat that meditates to the Stones, Fantastic 4, and cool sofa repair guys. also look up the date’s for Joni’s vist, find out if the casting gig in MO and the trip to Tahoe are mutually exclusive, roll out a SMFA seminar press release, and consult the SixHundy for the rest of the scary to do list. that is all. back to work. stop with the blogging and trust that you’ll remember all the other shyte you want to write about when the time is there to do so. seriously. go now. now.)