Funny writer story:

This past week I moved. Not, like, "got off the couch and moved" moved. Nor "stirred slightly around mid-day so my living will didn't kick in" moved.

I moved houses, is what I mean. Me, into a new house. Not picked up a house and moved it which would be awesome and why would I write books if I could do that?

To return to the story...

I'm at the new place, directing the moving crew. Two older people walk by, perhaps in their 80s or 90s. The pleasant woman waves. She calls out:

"Are you our new neighbor?"

I bustle over to a nearer, but still socially respectable distance so we don't have to shout.

"Yes I am. My name's--"

She interrupts.

"--I looked you up on the internet! You're Jake Burnett! You're a world famous author!"

So there you have it. It's official.

😂🤣😂