It's a Small World

Since I'm from Canada, I like to head south for a few weeks in the winter to get a break from the snow and cold. About ten days ago, I was golfing in southern California with three people I'd never met before. Golf is a great sport to get to know people and, as often happens, we talked about our careers and hobbies during the round.

One of the fellows in my group expressed interest in my books, so I gave him one of my business cards. When he got home later that day, he told his wife he had played golf with a writer and he showed her my business card. To his surprise, she said my name sounded familiar. She looked through the books on her shelf and discovered that she'd already read my book The Back Nine. Not only that, but she said she'd really enjoyed it and already shared it with several other ladies from her golf club.

I normally only sell a few hundred copies of each of my books so the odds of me meeting someone from another country who had already read one of my books seemed astronomically small.

Today, he invited me to play a round of golf at his home club in Murietta, California. After the round, he asked if I would mind signing his wife's copy of the book. I was thrilled.

It just proves how small the world actually is.