Chapin City Blues

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

The problem, if anything, was precisely the opposite. I had too much to write… Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys Have you ever gone back to read something you wrote in the past? Something at least decade ago, when the world felt like it had more promise. This is something I do whenever I’m stuck, which these …

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I have forgotten how to feel bored. With the endless source of entertainment at my fingertips, on my TV, and even on this thing that I’m currently typing on, it’s become nearly impossible to feel it. And we’re not doing anything creative with that lack of boredom. We’re just filling up the voids in conversation …

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How does one get back into writing? I’ve taken such a long break from the task that anything longer than a blog post is just too much. And even these posts are sometimes muddied with the lack of…words that I can’t think of at this moment. Like most of you, I’m in a state of …

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Something happened. Something I swore wouldn’t ever happened. But it’s done. I’ve done it. It’s out there now and I can’t reel it back in. I created original characters and content for [redacted]. Which means, [redacted] now owns something I created. That’s how this works, right? You’re bamboozled into needing a job and the only …

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  A tape recorder. Cellophane wrapped. Copper flavored candy. Records played live. Carbon paper. Keyless typewriters. The hookah. The tang of citrus. Endless scrolls of handwritten sprawl. Unused journals. 90s fashion statements. Lip sync videos. Strange fruit. Strange fruit. Strange adolescent fruit hanging from Childhood branches. A cellphone rings. A parent cries out.