I had another slow start to the day. I'm still very spent from the weekend. I only just started to feel as if I could move. It was just in time for the ten minutes of violent storming that passed over North Hollywood. The wind knocked over my little lamppost and then had its way with the palm trees, which wailed in mighty protest. It's still dark, gusty and rainy in scattered, mercurial moments.

I had a mysteriously impish phone call from the lovely ivy_blue monday evening. It's so rare that people begin creating and pull me into the process. I'm usually the one doing that. While I have yet to find out the idea, it was refreshing to have that energy pointed my direction.

Hmm. The sun seems to have peered past that strange little tropical storm. It's as if it never happened.

The feathery movie has settled on a second weekend of shooting and it's quite unfortunate for me. It'll be the weekend before Tax Me Deadly which stresses me out to the point of anger. I specifically didn't want this to happen. So, I intend to allow myself that fury today before I finish with it entirely to focus on what needs to get done. I'm working with a very talented makeup artist who's ideas are sexy, fresh and inventive. He's a complete darling and I prefer to revel in the synergy between us rather than anything else.

I had planned to go to a number of events this week just to get out into the world and network as well as be inspired. I've also had some artists reach out to me to share. With this news of my impending schedule, I may have to once more set aside socializing. I'm tossed. For example, tonight is the screening of a movie I'm in at the ArcLight (which is an odd little mile stone for me) and then there is a beautiful local jazz singer who has the same taste in musical phrasing performing at the Catalina Jazz Club I recently met.

I signed up for an acting workshop at The Underground Theater tomorrow. I haven't done a scene study in a couple of years so I thought it would be a fantastic addition to the honing I've been methodically doing. I just checked up on the credits of the person teaching the class to discover it's being taught by Chekov from Star Trek. That's right - Walter Koenig. It'll be very interesting. I can add to my collection of Hitchcock stories since he worked with him once before his Star Trek days.