A Very Late Breakfast
I had stayed up late and the night before and had slept late. I had just finished my first meal of the day and was checking messages. I was feeling a bit down because I had submitted some pieces to one of my favorite organizations and had not gotten into their show. Instead I was finishing my second cup of hot coffee and checking messages. I noticed a call I had missed, no name, just a number. I would usually ignore it because it was most likely sales or political asking for money. This one, because it was in Texas, I thought I would return.
It was the Round Rock Arts Council asking me where I was and why I was not delivering my art to 10 Years of IMAGINE.