Something funny happened to me the other day when I was waiting at Panera Bread for my daughter. Heather was at the Y working on her Red Cross Lifeguard Recertification, and I had four hours to kill, so I headed to Panera with the laptop to work on edits to Clara and the Cowboy.
After I had been there awhile (I ordered soup and a sandwich--they have really good French Onion Soup) the manager came up to my table. "Are you working or playing?" She motioned to the laptop. (She was really sweet, not telling me to move on or anything. The store was practically empty, and I think she just wanted to make conversation.)
"Working. Editing a novel." (Okay, so I had been checking my email and updating my status on Facebook, but I was also working on the novel.)
This led to a little discussion about writing and publication. We talked about the books releasing next year and about how long the publication process can be from contract to book launch.
Her eyes got round, and she said, "So, the publisher pays you for that, right? So, you're like a millionaire now, huh?"
I did NOT fall off my chair laughing, because her question was sincere, even if her perception of what a writer makes was a little off the mark.
Am I millionaire from writing books? No, but I'm richer than I've ever been in the friends and colleagues this crazy journey has brought to me.
How about you? Are you feeling rich?