Chapin City Blues

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

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I started writing a poem a couple of months ago. It’s just a stanza written within my bullet journal.

The night I let the phone call go to voicemail,
I laughed at the absurdity of how
even in a dire situation, they got
your name wrong....

It remains an unfinished piece, a fragment from a painful memory.

At the beginning of the year, I promised myself to write more. To focus more of my energy on my “garden.” I told myself that I would utilized my bullet journal for writing as well as blogging. So far, I haven’t completed a poem or short story. The most success I have in my promise was mapping out which poems I’d use to celebrate National Poetry Month. Aside from the poetry, I wrote down ideas for future blogs as well. Blogs discussing polyamorous relationships, a conversation about pride month, and sex work such as OnlyFans.

Stapled in between those essay-like posts, I still plan to discuss my personal life and post book/movie/album reviews.

At the time of this writing, I am working on two posts. When they will be finished, I cannot begin to tell you. And that’s another thing that I need in my writer’s life. Structure. A calendar. A – dare I utter it? – deadline.

This blog might fall quiet for a while. And if it does, that’s ok. But I paid for the whole year, so I’ll return when my writing and schedule have been sussed out.

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