This is the kind of stuff my brain will land on. I land on it long enough, and I feel compelled to share it here on my blog. So, without further ado, here are the top three things that will suck if I ever become famous.
Number 3.
No matter what I’m talking about on Facebook, legions of fans will ask me when I’m getting off my can and releasing the next book.
This is exactly what happens to Patrick Rothfuss, and it has to suck. Seriously, look at almost anything he’s ever posted on Facebook and you’ll see comment after comment asking about Book 3.
The upswing? Legions of fans adore his books. You can’t really complain about that.
Number 2.
My flakiness may be interpreted as snobbery.
I run a business, have 3 kids still at home and another 3 stepdaughters part time, and am trying to get another book written. I actively try to keep my schedule as simple as possible, but sometimes I just have way, way, WAY too much going on and there’s not a lot I can do about it. During those times, my brain just can’t hold on to everything. I forget names. I forget appointments. I forget to do things I said I would do. When stuff like this happens I want to say, “Please don’t take it personally, I flake out on everyone eventually.”
It already sucks.
But if I were famous? It’d be that much worse. If you’re famous and forget someone’s name, the odds that they think you’re just being a self-important snob increase exponentially.
And the number 1 thing that would suck if I ever became famous?
I won’t be able to talk to myself when I’m driving around town.
I do this a lot. When people say, “Hey I saw you driving over on such and such street,” I immediately wonder if they saw me talking to myself. Odds are excellent that they did. I’m considering investing in a Bluetooth just so it looks like I’m talking to an actual person.
It’s embarrassing enough as it is, but if I were famous? Just that many more opportunities to be recognized and therefore embarrass myself. For all I know, the word would spread and I’d be known as that crazy author lady who talks to herself all the time. It would suck.
Course, none of this undoes the fact that if my books and I ever become famous, it will completely rock. 
