I live in a small town in Georgia near the Alabama state line. On my daily commute, I pass by old brick buildings and lampposts with American flags hanging from them. I also ride past open fields, cows, and dilapidated barns. I work at the local recycling center, a business that turns plastic soda bottles into carpet. I drive a bright yellow forklift. I move giant boxes of chopped up plastic. In my free time, I collect vinyl records. I love jazz, Motown, electronica, and alternative rock. I’m also fascinated with old TV commercials on YouTube, especially ones from the 1980’s. Old commercials are like precious fossils. They’re little chunks of the past. You can see the way people used to talk, dress, and comb their hair. I can watch them for hours.
I devote most of my energy to writing books and drawing pictures. Writing is one of my basic needs, just like eating and breathing. Because I’m a perfectionist, writing also stresses me out. I often tell myself I’m going to take a break from writing and let myself rest, but another idea pops into my head. So I start writing anyway.
I like to write in restaurants while drinking coffee. When the waitresses see me leaning down and scribbling in a notebook, they think I’m a health inspector. They get nervous and ask questions.
Drawing is also one of my basic needs. Sometimes I draw simple portraits of people I know and admire. Sometimes I draw bizarre, outrageous pictures that look like fever dreams. I used to work with colored pencils, but that was too tedious. It took weeks to draw a single picture. A few years ago, I moved away from colored pencils and started drawing black and white pictures with regular graphite pencils.
One of my books is called How to Make an Artist Miserable. It’s an essay about the annoying little things that well-meaning people say when they find out I can draw. For me, drawing is a deeply personal activity. In order to draw a picture, I have to care about the subject matter. I have to want to draw it. Throughout my life, people have asked me to draw their children. Some people have hounded me and pressured me to do it. After I finally learned to say no to them, I wrote a book about it.
I also write science fiction. I grew up watching old Doctor Who episodes on Georgia Public Television, so my science fiction has a Doctor Who flavor. Finding Drake Novak is a book about an alien who feeds on the pain and misery of other living things. He arrives on Earth and takes over a factory. He sabotages all the machines, causing the workers to stay frustrated and depressed. A rookie policeman from the Galactic Precinct comes to Earth to find him and arrest him. The Quality of Life in Outer Space is another science fiction story. It’s about an eagle with a human head who lives in the bottom of a spaceship. One day, he looks out the window and sees an asteroid approaching. He flies upstairs to warn the people in charge, but no one will listen to him. The people on the ship are divided into two parties. They spend all their time screaming and arguing with each other. No one realizes the ship is flying in circles.
On this site, you’ll see samples from my books and some of the pictures I’ve drawn. You can also read stories about my everyday life.
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