I can't help wondering if I've already given up on writing. It used to be something I did so often, for so many reasons, but somehow I don't enjoy it anymore, and, well, recreationally anyway, I can't bring myself to do anything I don't enjoy anymore.
I'd like to believe that writing requires a certain breed of anal-retentiveness which I somehow no longer possess, but that's bunk, even if it's quite amusing to think about.
In any case, i read some of my old blog posts and (gasp) some of my old poetry a few days back. It isn't as bad as I thought it would be, so I guess I really was kind of good for something in the last few years.