All posts by Chance Andrew R. Smith

I'm certain that I was born in the wrong decade and that I was meant to be part of a generation of creators and artists. Without coffee in the morning, the afternoon, and the night I am useless. I want to travel the world and leave all of reality behind; to go off on an epic adventure to far away places and learn from different people is my ultimate dream. But, I'm stuck in this one horse town chasing my dreams through prose.

Writing, writing, writing.

I’ve been grossly neglecting my blog lately. Some of that has to do with revisiting the content of my postings and discovering that maybe I don’t want to share everything with the unknown universe. I’ve been considering what I post a lot more closely now before I write anything. The written word is dangerous and powerful and previously I’ve tossed it around like confetti without realizing that each letter was as deadly as a throwing knife.

So, for awhile now, I’ve taken to written writing. That phrase just sounds like a paradox of things, but I do find pen and ink soothing.

In yesterdays, I may have found that writing suitable to share with you, dear reader, but no more. Some things are better kept to the self. It’s definitely damaged my writing, however. Long handed inking takes time and patience that I do not generally have. The result of all this is that I’ve not been so mindful about writing at all.

As an aspiring novelist, that has set my career back God only knows how much time. I’ve decided that I won’t lose precious moments like that anymore. Despite the pain in my wrist and an unsettling case of writer’s block.

I’ve decided to try something new. I’m calling it my “letter a day campaign” and my hope is that it’ll bring back my muse as well as provide some much needed self-reflection.

The art of handwritten letters died out so long ago. It’s been replaced by e-mail and text messaging; things so impersonal, but also so convenient that we’ve forgotten what it’s like to exchange letters. The anticipation of knowing that you’ve dropped your deepest thoughts off into the post box for another to read and respond is incomparable to the moments spent waiting for an e-mail that doesn’t take the consideration or thought of written word.

Some of this doesn’t apply to my campaign. The purpose of the “letter a day campaign” isn’t to write letters to others, though I hope to branch out into that. The first … phase … for lack of better terminology, is to write myself a letter every day and seal it. I’ll open it a year to the date later. It’s about self-reflection and understanding.

 

365 letters. The campaign begins today.

The Onion and their asshattery.

“Congress will now vote for approval of HR8791, the “Homeland Terrorism Preparedness Bill.” Said bill requests emergency response funding, up to and including — ah… I’m sorry this section is classified — ah, dollars to prepare for a national level terrorist attack and or attacks from … [CLASSIFIED]. Funding for first responder personnel and vehicles would be doubled if said attack leads to more than eighty percent of national population being effected by [CLASSIFIED].

This funding shall convene in conjunction with the first attack on [CLASSIFIED], or the first large scale outbreak of [CLASSIFIED], dependent upon which comes first.

Civilian and military units shall be trained in containment and combat of [CLASSIFIED] including irradiated [CLASSIFIED] with possibility of [CLASSIFIED] airborne [CLASSIFIED], [CLASSIFIED] flesh-eating, [CLASSIFIED] and or all of the above in such event as [CLASSIFIED] spewing [CLASSIFIED] escape are released or otherwise become uncontrollable.

Air Force units may also be directed to combat said -pause- [CLASSIFIED] due to their enormous size and other-worldly strengths. Should event occur in urban areas … Jesus … – long pause – ah … that’s classified… far surpassing our darkest nightmares. Should casualties exceed [CLASSIFIED] body disposal actions shall be halted and associated resources shall be reallocated through [CLASSIFIED] underground [CLASSIFIED] protected birthing centers. -ah- New Bill of Rights shall drafted and approved by [CLASSIFIED].”

Everybody loves a magic trick.

Here’s the problem I have with anybody trying to or thinking they do- love me.
I’m a sociopath. Everybody loves a sociopath. Whether they know they love a sociopath or not.
It’s the nature of the disorder.
I’m gonna charm your pants off and make you swoon and captivate you with my humor and taste and wit and cleverness. I’m the bait nobody can resist whether they like it or not.
Even if I don’t try to be. Even if I never meant to be. Or didn’t want to be. Will is no matter for me.
It always happens.
That’s why it upsets me when people say “You could have anybody you wanted.” As if it were a compliment.
It’s not a compliment.
It makes me want to lock myself in one solitary room for the rest of my life, and I think we all know that that is the last thing I could take.
People just think I’m being modest. Just pretending like I’m not worth their compliments.
But I’m really not. Nobody should want to love me.
I feel like I’m some fucking magic trick that knows it’s the best, most illusive magic trick there is, one with a deadly ending, that can’t escape it’s fate, but still nobody can resist.
That tries to warn its victims. Tries to save them before it’s too late.
But it never works.
And nobody ever listens.
Because everybody loves a magic trick.

Everybodylovesamagictrick

That Time of Year.

“It’s that time of year again. Time to take stock of the previous twelve months so that you can avoid making the same mistakes in the coming twelve months. Which, of course, you won’t. You’ll make them over and over again.

That, my friend, is what they call history. And if you are old enough to be reading this column, you are old enough to have history. They say that those who don’t study history are doomed to repeat it. What they don’t tell you is that those who do study history are also doomed to repeat it — the difference is that they know they’re repeating it.

What I look forward to every new year is a fresh crop of new mistakes. Sure, I’ll repeat the old ones, but the great thing about life is the capacity for surprise. That is what you call history in the making.

With the new year right around the corner, lets crane our necks backward for one last look at the year just past to see what mistakes others have committed. Maybe we can learn from them.

But mistakes aren’t the only things from which we can learn. We learn, too, from accomplishment…and last year was distinguished by both great accomplishments and great mistakes.

Given that, we have a lot to learn in the coming year.”