Cattywampus and more

I’ve lived in the South long enough to believe I’ve heard all the uniquely Southern sayings ever uttered. Then came cattywampus. I am still a neophyte! The South continues to intrigue, just as it has since way back when. Here’s a nice collection of fifty Southern sayings found at a blog called Serving Southern.

Bad things happened, an entire run of them that shut me down, caused me to withdraw from everything except my inner self.

One afternoon, in a hammock, I took a photo of myself. Just my legs. But there was no one to send it to. No one to understand.

I needed a sidekick so I sketched an armadillo because they’re crusty on the outside but not within. I made him my butler. Crusoe’s manservant Friday.

We began interacting—my hammock photo speaking to that critter, that critter speaking back.There’s a folder of cartoons somewhere. For now there’s just this one. (LINK)

Eventually after that I began writing novels.

I’m still a hermit, marooned you might say, but leaving my shell more and more—my inner self seeking its freedom through writing.