Chapin City Blues

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

I tried reading Chuck Wendig’s Aftermath after it was added to the library’s collection some years ago. It didn’t work out too well. It was an awkward time in my life. The few books I read before Disney rebooted the Expanded Universe (now known as the Legends series) were still fresh in my mind. I …

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It’s as if he can no longer tell when he’s depressed. The moods just begin to bleed into each other, you know? One moment, he’s elated. The next, a mess. The scrolls through the messages on the screen. Thumbs up the joke. Likes the meme. He writes in a journal. Thoughts and words that hold …

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It’s not always chariots and wild horses. Some times it’s muted speech. A text message while sitting across the same table. A simple gesture. The edges of a mouth curling. A conversation about the flaws of The Phantom Menace while watching the movie. I started thinking about suicide last week. Not my suicide, of course. …

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