Sometimes I forget I'm published.
My friends laugh at me.
My friend Celeste has the most fun with it. This is my friend Karen, she's published!
me: oh yah. I forgot.
Or, when I updated my resume last year and sent it to my mother and a few friends for review, the response was: This is great, but you forgot your publishing credits.
It's not that I think it's unfabulous, I think it's quite fabulous, and a life-long dream come true. It's just not something I think about every day. and I don't walk around introducing myself to people "Hi, I'm Karen. I'm published."
It's a part of me. but not all of me.
The other day, my friend Pauly posted on Facebook the following: