First off, special thanks to Kinkos. Not only did I manage to get free business cards printed up there, the woman helping me couldn't have been nicer (and more helpful), and another employee starting asking me about my book, showed excited interest, and promised to buy. So I gave him a business card. Yes, I feel famous. OK, not really, but it's still kind of cool.
It's funny how when you start to hand out bookmarks and business cards, people start to realize that not only have you talked about writing a book, you actually have one coming out. On the way out of the book fair today, another mom stops me and asks all about it. She talks about how her son will love it. Coworkers mention it in the hallway. My boss jokes about how well written my self-assessment is (I removed all passive voice and gave concrete examples of how great I did this year).
Anyway, so then I get home and proceed to put some newly printed business cards in my purse.
"What are those?" my son asks.
"Business cards," I say.
He sighs. "You're not famous, Mom."
OK, thanks for that. It's good to have kids. They keep everything in perspective.