One of the many most exciting moments as an author is the moment when the first copy fo your book arrives at your doorstep. This was the fifth time that I experienced such a moment, and I remember each of them with perfectly clarity.
The tearing open of a box. The ripping of a mailing envelope. The nervous excitement as you reach for an object that took years to create.
Behold. My first nonfiction title. I couldn't be more excited.
The forward is written by my hero, author and storyteller Dan Kennedy.
It's dedicated to the founder of The Moth, George Dawes Green, the host of The Moth's podcast, Dan Kennedy, and the storytelling genius and creative guru of The Moth, Catherine Burns.
It was written on the shoulders of Elysha Dicks, who supports everything that I do.
Hidden within the pages is the editorial wisdom of so many of my friends, including Matthew Shepard, David Golder, Jeni Bonaldo, Amy Miller, C. Flanagan Flynn, and others who I am forgetting.
It's filled with the lessons of storytellers who have stood beside me on stages around the world and students who have joined me in workshops to learn the craft of storytelling.
Each one of them has taught me so much and contributed so much to this book.
Now it's real. It's been transformed from idea and thought to a device that is capable of conquering the barriers of time and space.
Think about it:
Ten years from now, in some city in northern China (where we recently sold the foreign rights to the book), a future storyteller will pick up this book and read the words of a writer living half a world away who wrote those words a decade ago.
Books are magic. I'm holding magic in my hands. I'm so excited.