Proud to be in Carolina

By now you already know how much I love The Palmetto State—the terrain, the climate, the history, the people, the food, the beaches, the lakes…well I could go on.

This shot was taken where we park our cars underneath Pineapple Hill, our beach house in a cow pasture in the Carolina boonies. The painting on recycled pallet wood was made a few years ago.

painting on recycled pallet wood

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.