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I ASKED THIS GROOVY FLORIDA CHICK SOCIAL ACTIVIST AUTHOR IF THERE’S A FUTURE IN NOVEL WRITING FOR OLDER, STRAIGHT WHITE SOUTHERN MALES AND IF CANCEL CULTURE IS FACIST.

Based on my enjoyment of Mickey J. Corrigan’s novel What I Did for Love and then The Physics of Grief, I look forward to reading ….

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.