Day 25: I Coulda Been a Contender

I used to be a pretty decent writer. No, really, I'm not bragging, but in my college and grad school days, I was known in certain circle as being quite the purveyor of prose. Okay, my circle was the jocks for whom I'd write papers and my friends in grad school, but still.

I used to journal. I used to write anguish-ridden poetry. I used to write multiple page-long missives to friends, both in the US and abroad. Then, I quit.

I don't know if I got too busy or it it was due to the surge of internet use that seriously declined my writing skills. However, I used to write. I was dry, witty, sarcastic, and interesting.

Now? Not so much.

Oh, the picture? It's me.