Does the image describe me? It is central to the first book I finished writing as an adult. So, Maybe. In the physical world, I am a counter of beans, making sure the debits and credits line up. When I swallow the blue pill, I drop through the rabbit hole and into my real world, where I hear people tell me stories in my head, and to prove I am not insane ( or not so much so that I need to be set in a quiet room all to myself), I write about these people.