That's a lyric from a great song called, "The Mary Ellen Carter". I've only heard it performed by Stan Rogers. It's how I feel right now. I just went under for a month and a half or so. You can tell by the lack of anything here.
Oh, I haven't been completely gone. I did a show for New Georges Theater Co. And reached the inevitable conclusion that I really need to be only doing the artistic creative side of theater when I do go back to it.
I'm becoming entrenched in my new job. Things on that front seem to be going exceedingly well. I've been made project lead on something and am participant in 3-4 other projects. The past month has been rough, really rough, trying to close out or prepare all my old clients for the absence of... well, me.
That's gone hand in hand with the Mike Gravel Campaign, which I'm still volunteering for.
The Kevin Murphy Show plunges ahead into uncharted waters. Our next big hurdle is to get stuff online. Then its all downhill till Kevin's a star.
I loaded in Betsy and Ming's Clambake, a theater design show. That was another eye-opener about how little I am occupied with my old profession.
So things have been busy, you could say. I've even found time to write on Other people's sites. But mostly, I've been nose-to-grindstone, head-in-book. Deducing the quickest way from point A to point Q; are B through P really all that necessary?
I got big ideas a brewin' and the only way to get to them is to trudge through some rather boring groundwork first. There's one part of me that finally wants to come out of this shell and be a more social creature again, and another part thats telling me not to stop working when I'm finally on a roll.
I'll update more often for a while. I have the time to breath evenly again for the next month or so.
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