I looked back over my activity today... and hot damn. Some of the pieces that I consider amongst my best works are approaching a year old. And since then, what have I done?

Not much of anything.

This is depressing, for some reason. There were points where I could crank out at least one piece a month, if not one per *week*. What happened, man?

I dunno. Things on ye olde mind, and a dire/overwhelming sense of inordinant laziness richocheting around my skull lately. Got a few things coming up that I'm really, really looking forward to, so... maybe that time outta mind will help kickstart part of the creative process again. Hot Norwegian chicks are always good for the soul.