TV or Not TV

I was my Aunt Edna’s favorite target growing up, and not even the Fonz could save me. But I’m not sure that would’ve been a good thing anyway.

Is This Really the Artist’s Way?

What do somewhat-forced blogging, a drunken muse, and Tuesdays spent staring at a blank screen with a blog deadline looming have in common? I’ve been told it’s the artist’s way.