Category: The Bird in Your Heart

Was it live or was it Memorex?

What a long strange summer it was giving up The Money Trail to be with a Southern belle in the small rural community where she ….

Getting great reviews.

Ad agency executive divorces the boss’s daughter, loses his job, goes home to the sea island where he was raised. He plans to sail off ….

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.