Book for Vinyl Record Collectors

I spent a couple months of my world famous mid-life melt down floating on a pool lounger with a thick plastic cup of Rum and Coke balanced on my forehead. For a good bit of that time, the sound track was provided by a long lost Led Zeppelin cassette. That’s how my novel Blue Rubber Pool was mentioned as a book for vinyl record collectors.

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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.