Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

I look into your eyes, and see a peace I shall never know. The journey I took led me to your path. It’s a matter of choice whether I reach out and you take my hand. My clothes are weathered, but my heart isn’t calloused over. There’s just so much at stake. This is not …

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In the not too distant past, I wrote about a small fenced-in, Texas city called Gospel which played host to several military families after an incident that stole the lives of several children. Now don’t get up and Google that shit as I can assure you that you’ll find nothing on the matter. Since writing …

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The Subtle Art of Ennui

October 27, 2013

I’m a book addict. I buy books even when I’m not without anything to read. This coming Wednesday, Monica and I will hang out before my shift at the library (for puppet show reasons, every last Wednesday of the month I work the evening shift). This usually means a visit to Barnes and Noble. And I can feel the itch. Last week, going against my wishes, I purchased the follow up to Shannon Messenger’s Keeper of the Lost Cities, Exile. Last night, after feeling lower than sludge, I bought the first season of The Walking Dead on DVD (being 50% off plus my 10% membership discount plus my 15% off coupon).  I spend my feelings, though it brings me more joy to spend for others than myself (usually the guilt gets to me). That said, I purchased Shaun six t-shirts.

ennuiI took one of my composition books off the shelf and started jotting down ideas for my NaNoWriMo project. All I’ll say is that it’s a love story without a tragic ending that I’m known for. Swearing will probably be kept to a minimum, and it will throw two strangers on an adventure that will change the course of their history. Well, that’s what I’m aiming for but usually my stories get away from me.

While this funk of ennui I find myself in isn’t helping, it’s not deterring me from seeing this through. Maybe not 50k words (which is the measure of success for the website and movement, but I find it utter bullshit for pretentious neophytes and should-never-have-beens). Even if I have to sit at my computer for longer periods until I’m over-saturated from every love story cliche from the brat pack to Taylor Swift, I will make sure that this project is completed so that I can torture a few of my friends with it. I most definitely will push the cray button on this shit.

New books came into the department yesterday so, of course, I sat at the desk and leafed through a few of them. A few caught my attention, but it was David Almond’s Mouse Bird Snake Wolf caught my eye. Now there are a few Almond books on the shelves already, but nothing that ever interested …

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It seems everyone’s trying to write the next Harry Potter, which I guess is better than everyone trying to write the next Twilight…oh wait. While I don’t like Harry Potter (breathe, it’s okay) or books in the same vein (it’s not my type of fantasy), I picked up Keeper of the Lost Cities by Shannon Messenger …

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