While browsing in Dymocks, a bookstore in central Sydney, Australia, I thought I would amuse myself and try and find one of the four books I’ve co-authored. To my amazement, I found my most recent book, Wired For Wealth. When I identified myself as the author to the staff, they arranged for an impromptu book signing.
The whole event seemed to make an impression on my daughter, London, a budding author herself. The unveiling of each of my books was met by London with not much more than a, “Oh, that’s nice.” Seeing one of her Dad’s books in a bookstore in another country, however, seemed to make an impression. “I didn’t know you were an international author. I thought you were only a U.S. author,” she said. “Well, London, so did I.”
