The Life of an Artiste and Cat H—, Part II

I'm collapsed on the bed at the Holiday Inn Express in downtown Fort Worth. I am tired. Between sentence #1 and sentence #2, I stopped and tried to scrape a little black bug off the side of the monitor--it was at the very edge of the screen, and I had no idea where it came … Continue reading The Life of an Artiste and Cat H—, Part II

The Life of the Artiste or, Being a Cat Owner is H—

We're on our way to the Fort Worth Indie Film Festival. All we have to do is get William and Ernest into the carriers and haul them to the vet's. They watched us pack, said, "We may be crazy, but we ain't stupid," and crawled under the bed. This is why one shouldn't go to … Continue reading The Life of the Artiste or, Being a Cat Owner is H—

Fort Worth Indie Film Festival & # ROW80 Report

It appears to be Wednesday--the scheduler from my doctor's office had to tell me it wasn't Thursday, but since her call woke me up, I take no responsibility for mixing up the days--and thus time for the #ROW80 report. If I were playing by the rules, I would have reported last Sunday, but we'd been … Continue reading Fort Worth Indie Film Festival & # ROW80 Report