From that very odd summer came an even odder book…

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I call it the Mother of All Mid-life Meltdowns.

My adjustment from sailboats to country living did not go well.

Not at all.

The result was Blue Rubber Pool about a world-weary dealmaker who, smitten, follows a peachy Southern belle back to her small town in rural South Carolina.

He doesn’t fit in. And his old way of life keeps calling him back.

I also call it it “a love story in disguise.”

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Blue Rubber Pool Mother of All Mid-Life Meltdowns small town in rural South Carolina

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.