It has taken some time for all this to sink in. It's not every day that you wake up to find yourself famous all over the internet. Imagine one morning finding a seething mob of reporters on your front lawn. News vans crowd the parkway, with broadcasting masts extended making your quiet suburban street look like a dry marina. Flashbulbs, cameras, microphones. Very heady stuff indeed. Of course all of this is old stuff to seasoned bloggers, but for a neophyte like me it's like calling dial-a-ride to get over to Trader Joe's, and having a stretch limo show up to take you to the Oscars.
My life has changed.
Now, some of it is pretty cool, I'll have to admit. It's nice not to have to wait in line at Starbucks. I walked in this morning, and Andrea, the manager called out, "Hey! It's world famous blogger, jwm!" One gal stopped right in the middle of ordering a Fair trade organically grown carbon neutral soy milk, no sugar chai latte frapalucci with two double decaff espresso shots, and a mango mint syrup, and just gaped. "You can cut in line if you want," she whispered.
"Thanks," I said, and ordered a tall coffee. The barrista knows my preferrences. "No room for cream as always, sir?"
"No room," I answered. "And please. Just call me J. Or JW if that makes you more comfortable."
He averted his eyes as the moment sunk into his consciousness.
"Hey, don't mention it." I said, and tipped a quarter.
Humility works wonders on a crowd. I could hear murmurs of approval ripple through the store.
There's a down side, too, of course. Now I have to wear sunglasses so people don't recognize me too easily, and I got interrupted three times by autograph hounds when I was trying to eat a taco over at Molcasalsa.
Bit by bit I'm adjusting.