I hear from a lot of readers and storytelling fans from around the world.
Just this week, readers from Mexico, Canada, Brazil, Columbia, and Ecuador wrote to me about my books an stories.
Add to this folks from Orlando, Seattle, Dallas, and the "mountains of West Virginia."
There was a time in publishing when books held decidedly greater attention and appeal to the American public, as evidenced by these disturbing statistics:
Though I wish the public still treasured books as much as they did 50 or 100 years ago, I take solace in the fact that writers like Hemingway, Dickinson, Baldwin, and Fitzgerald were never able to wake up to an email from a Mexican teenage girl who was dying to know if characters from their first novel ever got married.
This happened yesterday.
Or a Facebook message from a woman in Australia who spent the evening binge-watching my YouTube channel.
That also happened yesterday.
Or the email from Canada who told me that page 181-183 of my new book, Storyworthy, helped her to release an awful burden and perhaps save a friendship.
I received that about a week ago.
Or a photo from a woman in Ecuador who loved their third novel and sent a photo of where that book resides on her shelf.
I received it about a week ago, too.
Yes, I wish more people read books, and I wish more people read my books, but the daily communication I receive from people around the country and the world is pretty amazing.
A lot less profitable, but pretty amazing nonetheless.