My royalty statement for the half-year arrived from Pearsons - the publisher that took over all my old titles and buried most of them.
The ones that are left still continue to earn a buck or two, but the trend is definitely - and quite rightly - downwards.
I still get an occasional letter/email from a student of English, or more usually a foreign teacher of English, that says how wonderful my books are, and why don't I write more.
It's a bit like - and I hope you will not regard this as pretentious - asking da Vince, having admired La Gioconda, why he doesn't do a full-length nude painting of Catherine Zeta-Jones with an apple in her mouth.
Well, if I could do THAT, I definitely would...