Behind the Life of an Indie Artist

“Technically I’m perpetually unemployed…”   My Uber driver pulled up in front of an industrial, one-story building hidden in the outskirts of Dallas’ Design District. The old building had a gray brick exterior and tiny windows that sort of resembled a prison. I...

Discipline is hard. Like really hard.

As my alarm goes off, I make the most pathetic groan into my pillow. It kind of resembles the sound of a whimpering newborn puppy. Wasn’t it just 10 minutes ago that I was first embraced by my One True Love – my bed? And now this obnoxiously high-pitched ringtone is...