In my digital photo album, I have over 900 photographs of sunrises. I find sunrises inspiring. Each one is unique, with different colours, moods, and the promise of a new dawn.

I began writing books in a campground outside Naples, Italy when I was nineteen. My waiting-for-my-potential-to-manifest girlfriend and I were trapped by a solid week of rain in an awful campground just outside the city limits.

Once upon a time, just before the turn of the century, a secret society of happy people started celebrating happiness with “Admit You're Happy Day,” on August 8, 1999.