I Can't Explain It

Once again, I have had an excellent royalty season, with income far above expectations. I can't explain it. I don't know who is buying my books. My sales at Amazon are invisible. My publishers don't hype my novels, and do nothing more than put out review copies. I haven't been on a book tour for decades. The complications of age halted my writing a year or so ago. If you Google me or my titles you will not find much.

I'd guess that my novels are quietly bought by older people. Young readers prefer other themes and stories. But I have no proof of it. All I know is that some sales phenomenon is quietly generating income for my publishers, and for me. And I am grateful. Each day of my old age is a miracle, not only because of financial comfort, but because of friendship and love.