My words travel. I don’t.

Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend recently published in France under a different title, and since then, readers have been sending me images like this:


I can’t tell you how unbelievable and thrilling it is to see my novel in countries all over the world.

I also can’t tell you how frustrating it is to know that my novel has traveled far more extensively than I ever have. With the exception of a trip to Bermuda on my honeymoon, I have yet to leave the United States.