Let me set a scene. Sunday morning. My ‘day off’. My daughter running around like a monkey…stoked because I promised her I wouldn’t work. I got up, drank some kefir, checked my facebook…the usual. There was a message from a British man who read my first novel, ‘Joe Café’. He had some questions about the book. He had a valid argument. I spent about 15 minutes and 500 words explaining my feelings on character and what I was trying to accomplish. It was all very civil. He was happy. My daughter wanted to play, but I thought that it was important to take a few minutes and respond to someone who took the time to read my novel. I still feel this way.
