Silence of the Slammed

I wish it were just procrastination.  But blahg entries are likely to be fewer and further between for the next eight months or so.  It just ain’t much of a life to write about right now, and that has me depressed (along with the crash of a future endeavor I’d hoped to be involved in; it took a nose-dive along with the economy.)  I had a nice e-mail from someone who bought one of my pieces, a work week dominated by feelings of futility, the crash, and today I’m shipping off two small works to San Francisco, show details to follow. There isn’t anything else to say at the moment; I’m in a purgatory period, and that’s that.