Actually, I’m not entirely sure why I keep saying stuff like that. I totally mean to brag. It’s part of my celebration of the small victories in life. Anyhow, I just received confirmation that I’m totally getting famous. It’s really just a matter of time before I will have to duck the paparazzi whenever I leave my house.
So, here’s the story. When we vacation (see how I’m using vacation as a verb, that’s totally something rich and famous people do), Ian and I use a cat sitting service to care for our furkids. Our regular sitter was unavailable for our upcoming trip, so today, I received a visit from the sitter who will be covering our vacation. I introduced her to the kitties, showed her around, and all that, and at the end of the visit, she said to me, “Can I ask you an unrelated question? Are you a writer?”
I said I was.
“Do you write short stories?”
She said, “I thought I recognized your name! I’m pretty sure I’ve read some of your stuff. Then when I found out your cats’ names, they seemed totally familiar, so I must have read your bio somewhere.”
Baby, remember my name!