Ellen Hart writes:
He paused next to her and said, "I wrote that book."
She looked up at him and deadpanned, "Sure you did."
Now, my author friend knew what he looked like, and figured she didn't believe him. But he couldn't help himself. "No, really, I'm M.D. Lake. I wrote that book."
The woman inched away. This time, her voice took on a pacifying tone. "Of course you did."
"Really. I'm the author."
At that point, the woman turned and headed for the check-out desk, leaving my friend to ponder the vicissitudes of the writing life.
Here's this Wednesday's Burning Question:
Have you ever seen a stranger reading one of your books? In an airport? A coffeeshop. On a bus? And if so, did you introduce yourself?