I got a notification today that someone in Spain bought my book, The Uncanny Valley. It seems kind of strange. I’ve maybe sold around 100 of that particular book all told, and now one of those hundred is in the hands of some person in Spain. Being a writer who is desperately trying to become “emerging” is a effort that involves a lot of overly celebrating the rather mundane. Given this, I guess I can now truthfully say I’m an international author. Here’s to you my mysterious Spanish reader. I hope you enjoy the book.
