twenty-something

Ah, 2007. We hardly knew ye.

Another year, come and gone, and I can't find the words, cliché or not, to commemorate the passing of another 365 days. It's not that 2007 wasn't a formative or momentous year. It went by quickly, sure -- but it was important and worthy of remarks. It's just that I seriously can't find the words.

I suppose in a year when I could only muster a mere sixteen public and unsubstantial blog posts (and few bits of other writings that weren't published here), it's to be expected. The quantity and quality of my writing suffered in '07 (and - who am I kidding? - the latter half of 2006). Suffered? Hardly. My writing practically died. I'm out of practice. I'm lazy. I'm largely uninspired. I've had writer's block so crippling that I don't know that I can even call myself a writer anymore.

Am I finally, finally out of words?

Season's Greetings from this twenty-something in Boston.