A friend asked, ‘Can I read something you’ve written?’
‘No, not really.’ I answered puzzled, in my German direct kind of way.
‘It’s just stuff… about myself.’
She kept insisting and very reluctantly, I sent her one of my short stories.
‘This is really funny!’ she emailed me.
Two hours later another email came.
‘I’m still laughing. It’s the way you write it. You’ve got to do something with this!’
So I wrote a book and some other short stories.