Wednesday, December 30, 2015


Inspired by Desire
Action plans for a successful VO career in 2016

Imagine you have nothing except your passion, your personality and your business model to create a career you love.

Are you inspired to follow your bliss and dream of becoming a voice actor in 2016?
Couple patience with meditation and ambition and I came up with a few pointers to save you some time setting goals for 2016.

By dividing your days into four quadrants, equilibrium is established and it is much easier to keep the balance between auditioning, marketing and managing a home.

No one can do everything. However, I have found that by doing one thing in each of these groups I can keep my head in the game and have order in my personal life too!

Audition sites:
As a voice actor an interview for a particular job with a demonstration of your suitability and skill is a must. Pick one activity and audition every day!
Casting sites
Pay to Play
Craig’s List
Local City vendors
Production companies
Call List
Radio stations

Social Media
We are now our own agents. We must be the editor, the producer, the marketing engineer and the touting talent. PLATFORM is everything!
Web site
Facebook
LinkedIn
Twitter
Vimeo, video
Blog
Chamber of Commerce
Videography

“C” time activities
Got kids? A home? A business and a social life?
Laundry, housework, yard work
Exercise
Errands
Calendar organization
Rate sheets
Business / postcards
Quick books

Education
Even the best in the industry have coaches. Dive in to the wonderful world of web training and social integration!
VO books
Volunteer
Serve
You Tube tutorials
Webinars
Teleseminars
Conventions
Acting class

The learning never ends, is fun and enriching, and will bring you knowledge and success. Unless we purpose to serve we have no purpose. Lets let people know who we are and what we can do for them!











Friday, May 29, 2015

Finding my Voice



I am lingering joyfully in avid anticipation for the book I’m writing to be picked up by a publisher. In the meantime, I have begun work as a voice actor. 


But sometimes life throws you a curve ball and I found myself separating my soul from my circumstances. I found my voice in a different way as an advocate. 

I learned to be brave and stand tall and speak out and live strong when my mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Sadly, after many months she passed away.

Though this altered my course I found my voice. About life, about love, about prosperity in wishes fulfilled. My Mother shared some astounding gifts with me in anticipation of her imminent death.

"Never give up." She encouraged. "Live out your dreams."


 With moms inspiration and support I created a mantra.

I am a Woman finding her voice as a result of
Age and mindset reaching critical mass


I’ve come full circle into the who of who I am.  I have found my Voice.  


Monday, March 2, 2015

Whispers - March

March

In Springs perfect timing 
the seed planted deep within the recesses of black earth
 is once again re-birthed.
 Before a plant will grow
 the seed must die.
Sometimes there is a waiting period,
 a time to relinquish self 
and draw on the strength of God.
There is no need to feel lost! 
Take care not to rush through life 
but embrace the journey, 
seeing all things through the eyes of your child self. 
Be close to the earth;
 be grounded by the beauty that surrounds you.
Sing, oh child of light!


Thursday, July 10, 2014

Julanne's Musings for July

Whisper
Listen in the Silence. It’s Your Voice

July

Listen as you wake with scattered thoughts
The world will pull you into reality soon enough.
In the quiet of the morning embrace the awakening and reflect on being blessed.
Stretch, succumbing to divine order and seek the obedience to God who will make a way for your day.
Follow, knowing there is more joy in Gods lead than any that we could choose for ourselves.

Be an instrument guided by His hand, ready to serve the promise of an abundant life. Appreciate the gift he has given by adhering to that still small voice in communion.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Every Mandala has a Story


I first became acquainted with the Mandala as I saw it on the cover of Christina Baldwin’s sacred book, Life’s Companion, Journaling as a spiritual quest.

The great round Mandala explores the cycles of self. I am an artist as well as a writer and it is my passion to intuitively explore this concept by painting canvas’s for the cover of my book, True North.

 Mandala means circle and symbolically contains our essence separated by quadrants. It is representative of the spirit within each of us, and it is our love for life that transforms and is the evolution of our soul.

The metaphor for the Mandala embraces the concept of the human body as the earthly home for the soul. It is used to describe the deep peace and feeling of safety and joy and contentment found in an intimate relationship with self.

When you learn to love and let yourself be loved you find residence with your own spirit – your  true north.  You are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belonging.

What I love about my new vision for painting Mandalas is that it allows for a spiritual language to reveal itself in the forms of color and design. Every Mandala has a story, and story is how we reveal ourselves to the world.

Symbols move the human spirit forward. Come home and be whole, in the sweet, sweet symbol of the mandala.



Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The Art of Appreciation through Transformation

The Art of Appreciation

“I woke up this morning and looked out my window, Kelly started. The simplest thing… There are Rhododendrons blooming profusely near the white gate in my yard, showing the first signs of spring. In that moment I was in deep appreciation for the simple treasures in life and I realized I couldn’t be looking out over the ocean on the San Diego bay and see more beauty.”

“Sometimes I pull a card from my bird deck,” Kelly started, “and this morning I pulled the red Cardinal. The meaning on the card means transformation and the exercise asked me to meditate on the first four thoughts I could come up with.

Drink In
Expand
Massage
Be Light

These key phrases resonated with me. As I put a bracket around these expressions it occurred to me that this could be the embodiment of transformation in appreciation. Transformation is something that happens to you. It is not something that the ego can negotiate. Therefore, it takes all the risk out as one transpires. There is no striving. 

The definition of the word, transformation, according to Webster’s dictionary is:

A thorough or dramatic change in form or appearance. Add to that the recognition and enjoyment of the good qualities of something or someone and you have the art of appreciation through transformation.

Transformation concerns a certain morphing that has little to do with what we put on the outside of our body. In the spiritual context, it is a transcendent metamorphosis. When we change the inner structure, we change the outer countenance as well.

In conscious appreciation, we acknowledge and then lure what it is we value in communion with the spirit.

The law of attraction tells us that we magnetize into our lives those things, feelings, and aspirations we declare. It makes sense, and then that whatever we are grateful for in deep appreciation will mirror and reflect our future circumstances.

Appreciation is recognizing, in gratitude and thankfulness, respect for principles, ethics and moral codes. One gets to choose to incorporate appreciation into life – or not. It creates a conscious awareness that a change in attitude is taking place, and for this I am thankful and grateful.








Friday, April 18, 2014

Stepping into the risk - excerpt from my book True North


Stepping into the risk

The earth quakes from the cry that erupts from my soul, rooted as it is to the ground like a spring bubbling through my veins. The magic that is longing can only be tasted as it applies itself to risk.
A stolen moment of interlude with intimacy is most often felt when one dares to be still and live there, waiting to be taught how to carry the dream from the moment of it’s birth.
An unbearable ache, these seducers of hearts desire. So often suppressed, the longing bears witness in pent up passions striving to be free.
A breath is the only way of escape, the traveler of spirit on her journey through life. I wish to occupy eternity in the journey from day to day. Living life into the corners, stretching seams that are skin, bursting veins that breed stories that perpetuate the longing that the ache should live on, and on and on…

In a way, the nineteen sixties were the beginning of the end of the idealism that we baby boomers were ushered in with. We were naive to believe our parents could protect us by pulling us into the folds of a fifty’s housewife skirt. Although we were vaccinated against the debilitating phenomena of polio, nothing could prepare us for the rise in political warfare with the assassination of John, and Bobby, and Martin Luther King.
With the dawn of television came visual access to the threat of communism (The Red scare), and the Cuban revolution. Faith was replaced by fear with the threat of Russia having secret knowledge of the atomic bombs production. As children we watched in awe, as America put men on the moon and in the same decade, introduce the first passenger to jet flight. In The Prisoner TV series, people were replaced with a number, and there seemed to be no escape.
Television changed the way we could see the real or fabricated American lifestyle, and an extension of the world. For me, it marked the beginning of oppression. By the time I was in the fifth grade, I was hospitalized due to the conditions of stress. I couldn’t blame my parents. It was the feeling surrounding our emotional and physical economy. I had a sensitive pulse and silently reacted to adult talk about the coming crisis, one after another. I was never invited into the conversations my Mother and Father had, as children were often seen and not heard in those days.


Now I am a woman over 55 and am in the midst of a movement of the most famous generation in American history, children born to parents who survived WWII. As teenagers and young adults, we buried boyfriends who were killed in Vietnam. We have protested or appraised situations surrounding abortion. We have seen world famine, and national disasters while we raised our children and cried for their future we once hoped to celebrate. We are a sensitive generation who grope for some source to explain what we did not anticipate.  We have too much information coming in over the net to be comfortable anymore. We are soul sisters ready to make a mental and physical shift into another stage, living under different lights, with a different plot that will require different acting. We are moving from pleasing to mastery. The life we lead now is due for some reconsideration as we accept the sacred invitation to step into the risk.