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On Writing: Writing about schizophrenia

Heather Jackson posing as my character Mercedes Masterson. A badass private detective who has a long history of schizophrenic symptoms.

I’m currently working on a short story for class and a lot of years of research, family research, and stuff kinda culminated into this short story. The main character is one I’ve been writing since 2005 off and on. She suffers with mental health issues akin to schizophrenia, in fact she has been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and anxiety, though in the st...

There Ain't no rest for the Wicked

Well. Life has been super hectic, and I thought for sure I’d squeeze in another newsletter edition, an official one by the end of May. Not that one where I shared some of my dad’s young man’s thoughts. However, life comes fast, as they say. We moved. And it all went down dang fast. We’re still unpacking and will be for a while, but we have a house that we love. 

And now, I’m sitting here, with some actual time to write, and thinking about Pat Robertson of all people. And during Pride Month. What ...

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Five Feet Nine Inches

For anyone who knew my dad well, knows he didn’t write much down. He preached from pulpits across the globe for over 20 years and seldom had any notes or outline to speak of while giving those lessons. He didn’t consider writing one of his talents and found it difficult and challenging, and so he compensated by committing what he had to know to memory instead of putting it down on paper.

Several years back, I was rummaging through some of my dad’s old stuff and found a three-page essay he had wri...

You Don’t Know how it Feels to be Me

Welcome to April’s edition of Weaver’s Deep Thoughts. This month comes super late in the month, whereas I normally aim to release an edition at the beginning of the month. Reasons? Busy. Super busy. And every time I think I’m going to have time, something comes up. And so, here we are. The end of April. 

At the beginning of April, I had an idea of what I wanted to write about. Then, the month wore on, and I developed another idea. When I sat down to write it, I discovered that first idea. Whoops....