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The Garden of Verisimilitude

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Between the Easter holiday and copious rain showers, it’s hard to believe we’re not well into the month of April already!  Truly, this year is flying by.

Celebrating Easter isn’t for everyone; some people celebrate the resurrection of The Messiah, others look forward to the arrival of the Easter Bunny.  Some go out for Chinese food.  😉

Whether you put your faith in Christ or Coney, there has to be a modicum of verisimilitude present leading up to that “willing suspension of disbelief” which is, ultimately, what allows a person to go along with an outlandish-sounding story.  This is actually a literary term which was coined in 1817 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge who asserted that if a writer was able to fill his work with a “human interest and a semblance of truth”, the readers would willingly suspend or delay their doubt in relation to the story.

I’m enamored of literary devices.  I’ve been familiar with them since the 6th grade thanks to an extremely talented and valuable English teacher, Diane Tomko, whom I can thank for my love and appreciation for literature and language arts. I use literary devices so often in my writing that I have to actively think of examples simply because I’m not even conscious of using them; it’s second nature.  Verisimilitude is defined as appearing, or having the appearance of, being real or true.  I would venture to say that Jesus is more verisimilitudinous than the bunny–even the Cadbury one.

And if Jesus has verisimilitude, then Adam & Eve do, too.  So maybe they came from the Garden of Verisimilitude.

And speaking of gardens…ahem, here’s a completely natural segway…

Obviously, it’s much too early in the season for anything substantial to report, but there is some preliminary action worth sharing that’s pretty neat! Continue reading »


Racecars & Reality

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To say it’s been a while since my last post would be an understatement.  

It’s been 35 days since I last hit the “publish” button on the blog.  And it feels a great deal longer than that! Making my life and thoughts available for public consumption has become so natural, so routine and so vital to my identity that a separation from writing and publishing, however brief, is unwelcome–distressing, even.  I’m glad to be resuming a normal writing schedule for both the blog and my offline writing project.

And to address the break itself, I’ll say that things hadn’t–and haven’t–been going so well for me personally: internally and emotionally.  I could just say: “I went off my meds” and leave it at that; streamline the speculation process, so that everyone could conclude that I willfully and deliberately made a choice to stop taking the medications that effectively manage my mood, personality and eating disorders.  

But it’s a little more complicated than that.  

I didn’t just wake up one morning, see my bottles of pills all lined up, quietly and patiently waiting for me, throw out an arm, scattering them to the floor, all the while hollering Fuck it All to Hell!

Why would I do that? The current meds were working! The suicidal ideation had stopped completely.  I’d begun tentatively thinking about the future.  I was experiencing little to no side effects.  I couldn’t even claim one of the more adverse side effects–weight gain–that prevents some from taking psychiatric medication altogether.  In fact, I’ve actually lost weight over time since beginning a consistent course of medication. 

So…why, then?   If I was feeling better, what was the problem?  

I  really was.  Feeling. Better.    

Well, what happened, see, was it was time to refill one of the bottles of pills, see.  A really important bottle.  The mood stabilizing one. 

And because it’s a government subsidized program, the SMA Pharmacy is necessarily and understandably tightfisted concerning medication refills and the flexibility in picking them up sooner rather than later.  And so, unfortunately, one can’t plan very far in advance.  

And in the days leading up to this, I’d miscalculated, called in the refill late, had to sit it out over the weekend (as they are closed) and come Monday morning, the pharmacy staff told me they were out of the specific medication I had refilled.  Not that my refill wasn’t ready.  That they were just. Out.  

So now, thanks to my own poor judgment, with a side of bad luck, I’m now on Day Five sans mood stabilizer.  

The good people at SMA say, Don’t worry, it’s okay.  

They say, Come back tomorrow.  We will have your medicine by then and you will be okay.  

I say, okay.  I say, See you tomorrow.

I do not see them tomorrow, because, by this time tomorrow, I am batshit crazy.

The very poisonous, very diseased part of my brain, assumed command and jumped into the driver’s seat.  I don’t even own a car, but there the demon was, racing gloves snapped on, pedal to the medal, zooming around like a Daytona 500 pro. By then, I wasn’t even in the passenger’s seat. I was knocked out, unconscious, in the trunk, without even enough time to try and kick out the tail lights like they tell you to do.  …they?   I guess maybe I read that somewhere; it sounds plausible.  

 Anyway…it sounds as though I’m not taking responsibility, right? Well, I am.  I got what was coming to me.  And since then, my meds have been adjusted.  The monster inside me is sleeping.  Fitfully sometimes; quietly, mostly. Continue reading »