So how does one go about breaking through one of these writer’s blocks? Hell, this site used to define my existence. Now I tend to treat it like a forgotten friend. Bad move, ol’ chap. I should be writing more. Drawing more. Complaining more. Just more.

I’m swearing off freelance work for the near future — at least until the end of summer, if not longer. Office work is more than enough to keep my head swimming, and I don’t want to feel guilty if I decide to just go home and veg out after a long day. That might just open up a window of free time I need to redo my own web sites and drag them into 2006. I mean, you really have no idea just how out of date my portfolio is. Not that I’m planning on going anywhere soon, but I do want the online representation of my professional life to be current.

Let’s see how much can get done before mid June and my 4th trip to Bonnaroo — with posse in tow, this time. Any bets that nothing changes here between now and June 16th?

Did you miss me? Yeah, me neither. Seriously, it’s like I lost all interest in writing as of late, though I’ve been keeping somewhat busy. Strange hours spent working in front of the glowing screen and whirling box have been offset with bar-b-q’s and street fairs. I have my head shrunk and my fingers flexed out on a weekly basis, hoping that both add to the tapestry of my life. And yet, I can’t find the time to write a few simple word here for public consumption.

I forget: is there a minimum number of posts I have to make per month to keep my International Association of Bloggers card?