Tag: life comes at you fast

Starting over

I returned to South Carolina in 1991—a single dad in charge of two daughters. No job. No beard. Went back into ad agency work then ….

Cow in the woods

Cows get out of their pasture. This one saw my Jeep and immediately turned back home. Busted! At Pineapple Hill, my beach house in a ….

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.