Family Member (FM): I heard about your book deal! Congratulations!
Me: Thank you. I'm excited.
FM: You're the next Harry Potter lady.
Me: You mean J.K. Rowling? (I say this while thinking, "If you can't remember her name how in the world do you think I will be THAT famous?)
FM: Yeah! Or that one Mormon mom who wrote Twilight.
Me: Stephenie Meyer.
FM: That's the one. So when is the movie coming out?
Me: *blank stare* *bursts out laughing*
I seriously thought the ridiculous comparisons to famous writers was just a joke, but apparently not. It's strange, these moments, to remember how the average person views what I have spent so much time immersed in. Most non-publishing people think I am now rich and poised to be some international success, and when I ask them to name ten YA authors they draw a blank after two or three. I guess I could get offended, but it's just so dang funny to me. It reminds me not to take stuff too seriously.