Lately I've felt very little impetus to write anything, almost as if, after several weeks of inspiration and high following SXSW, I've reached the nadir of the creative cycle. The gleam of Texas has faded, the days linger in the back of my mind more as a dream, and my thoughts and actions turn to tasks at hand: building a company and all that that entails. Hiring people, getting group health insurance, filling out forms and paperwork and signing papers and taxes. The soot of the day-to-day has settled upon me, leaving me little time, and apparently even less inclination, to write. I'm sorry.