The other day I needed to retrieve a photo off Facebook to update my LinkedIn profile (Yes, I got on Facebook at work, and Yes, we can no longer steal unsecured internet at home.). That sentence may give off the impression that I'm an avid social networker, but that is not the case. I rarely peruse the walls of Facebook anymore, and friends are frustrated that I can't keep them more updated of my life's events and photos.
So I wasn't too surprised when I noticed that a whopping six people had requested me as a friend since I last logged-in. Most were the usual, "Wow! I haven't seen you in forever," or "I suppose we can be casual Facebook stalkers." But one friend request was completely unusual. Not only did I not recognize the woman's profile pic, but her personal request message didn't register either:
"I love your books."
Hmmm... my books. I've always secretly wanted to be published, with only little hope that I can make it into The Friend with my most recent drawing of popcorn popping on the apricot tree. Does she know that I'm the main content editor for my former boss' new book? No, I suppose that wouldn't quite count as my book anyways. Maybe she saw my mother/daughter anti-smoking television ad from Sitka, Alaska that was created and aired in the 1990s, thinking that someday it will become a best selling novel.
Okay, so I'm not even close to a famous author. She's obviously mistaken. I even googled myself to check it out. I know well enough that there is a famous singer/songwriter, Katie Cavanaugh, who looks like she could make a great living in the Folk art world. Yet, never before have I googled my new married-self. Google had my Facebook picture on display (Note to self: Change profile settings to block public view). Then below the Google Facebook reference, was a book about a Ms. Katie Chandler by Shanna Swendson.
Click, click, swivel, swivel; and there I was, a five book series. Katie Chandler... the witch (???) from Texas who goes to New York to become a corporate marketing phenomenon. If it wasn't for the whole Texas thing, I might think my dreams have been discovered and published.
I'm determined to read at least the first book now. I'm famous in chick lit, who can pass that up? If it's good I'll tell the author I need to be the star of the movie when Summit Entertainment produces. Katie Chandler as Herself.... Has a nice ring to it, huh?