Part of a series of essays related to the on-going production of an Arizona-based indie horror film, One Bloody Night.
I changed the ring on my cell phone recently; every time I heard the old ring it reminded me of actors. The thought that an actor, a prospective actor or someone who wants to give me news of actors, was possibly behind the ring of my cell made me cringe and want to curl up in my bed and hide my head under the covers.(read more...)