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So that’s it, the verdict is out, the older I get, the worse my writing becomes. And the worse it becomes, the less inclined I am to write. OK, cigarette break...

Right, where were we? Ah yes, my writing. Forgive the selfish nature of this post but I’ve realised, much to my alarm, that my writing, 10 or 15 posts ago, a few blog sites ago, was far better than what I’ve been churning out recently. Also, there’s been a marked decline in posting, amongst my friends. Seems like Tweeting and status updates are the way to go. Let’s not actually think before we say anything. And I use ‘anything’ purposely. Since ‘anything’ qualifies as a Tweet. I used to write about fantastical milkshakes and conversations with seasons. Friends, on their many world trips, their funny romantic ideologies, pasta recipes and assorted wildlife. But now, as I surf through blog graveyard (saying it nicely) all I see are phantoms. Blogs that have been around for ages, died in their sleep. Blogs that had their baptism but never went further. Blogs that showed promise but were abandoned for one reason or the other. All very tragic.

Maybe it’s good. People either have far less time or far too much to do these days. And who knows, brevity could in fact be the soul of our instant-everything generation. But I still miss the old blogging. So this is a threat. Issued as fair warning, that I am going to start again. And hopefully get my writing skills back up to scratch.