I should’ve seen this coming.

Several weeks ago, a nice fellow emailed me to ask to reprint a post I’d written here for a small publication. I replied in the affirmative and looked forward to seeing my very first article in print. Long time readers will remember what happened with my other “first article in print.” (Instead of printing it, they used it for an online “bonus” article, and I can’t even link you up. The link is expired, just like my writing career.) While we didn’t break open the bubbly, I did casually mention it to my husband in a noncommittal way. He thinks I’m famous, but my fame hasn’t helped me get out of scrubbing bathrooms yet.

So, the magazine arrives in my mailbox last week, and I flip through it looking for my name. (Wouldn’t you secretly skip all the other articles too if this was your first time in print?) Of course, you know this is coming: I never found my name. I did, however, find my article. And there it was, plain as day. The by-line read:

By Amy Cook

Amy who?! (My name is Amy Scott, if you don’t know.) It serves me right, the way I see it. You can’t be famous and humble at the same time, and the latter trait is better for all the people who have to live with you.