Chapin City Blues

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

Prelude to Lessons in Love & Loss

September 11, 2015

Some part of me acknowledges my prematurity of the post “Of the Sea.” Not because the feelings expressed within the post have dissipated, but what follows is depressing. I’ve traversed a three-year road, and here is where I stand. I’m not look over my shoulder, and each day I fight the urge to take a gander at what I lost. A few months ago, I made a promise to myself. It’s been a trying task.

The purpose of “Lessons in Love & Loss” isn’t a depressing one. It just reads that way. It’s a three-part post: Letter to Jeanna, Letter to Shaun, and an epilogue post still being stitched. These posts will not appear one after the other. At least, I don’t anticipate posting them in such a meaningless fashion.

 I expect “Letter to Jeanna” ready for posting by this weekend. In addition to these future post, I’m working on a lyrical essay inspired by an episode of The Memory Palace. I hope that this, too, will find a home on the “pages” of Chapin City Blues.

Now that we’re all caught up, I’ll leave you at the fold. Take care dear readers.

“I Can Be Your Addiction”

December 7, 2013

Next week will be my second year at the library, marking this the second longest job (if we count the Edinburg Roadrunners, that is) I’ve held. And while I’ve seen several coworkers come and go, the family that I started in the children’s department is still going strong. I managed to go from the new guy who felt like he stood out like  a sore thumb to someone who assassinates his coworkers on a daily basis (we’re the children’s department for a reason).

I’ve managed to make friends outside of work, as well. However, not offline. Not really, anyway. While I started using the Whisper app as a means to fuck around online, creating bogus confessions/secrets ripped from the words of my characters, I buckled down and managed to, you know, reveal parts of myself that I wasn’t willing. I still abuse the app by posting non-secret whispers asking for random people to speak to me while I’m at work, giving me something to make the work day go just a little bit faster. What started with Katie spawned into several local (which breaks my first rule of socializing online with strangers—do not talk to someone you might bump into at the supermarket) has spread with a few other females and one guy (apparently, the only reason guys use the app is to hook up with “DTF” women).

The urge to take that dreaded step forward has increased tenfold as new voices of motivation appear daily on my phone via text and private messages.

Before I close this post with an Owl City/Carly Rae Jepsen music video, I want to say that a piece I started working on for this blog has been resurrected—I think Ashton was the only one who knew about this post—and once I got it finished and edited the kinks, I’ll post it. Hopefully just in time for the new year.