Chapin City Blues

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

I’m just not feeling it lately. Writing. Reading. Watching movies. It’s November Brovember and I still haven’t watched that many bromantic flicks. Reading is becoming a chore. Writing is riddled with road blocks. I sit in my room just contemplating the next step and I’m drawing blanks. And it’s not depression because the last few …

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