You have the wrong girl
I keep thinking, "who is this woman?" Yet, I didn't ask. At first I thought maybe she was a friend of a friend.
In the meantime, last week, a man asked if I was the Audra Jennings that lived on such and such street in Arlington and was their neighbor. Nope, it's not me.
Well, this week Debi sent me a message saying that in going through her address book she saw that I had moved from Arlington and changed jobs -- that my new one looked interesting. Uh, Debi, you have the wrong Audra.
Evidently, this is quite strange because I look like this other Audra - and am about the same age. I was even told that everyone has a twin, and mine even has the same name.
A month or so at work, I received an email from a publisher saying that this person had read my (Audra Jennings') thesis and wanted to publish it. "My" thesis had a title about 25 words long and if I remember correctly, the words "liberal", "history", "women" and "1860-1940" were all a part of the title. This publisher was very academic, specializing in history and science textbooks.
I replied back, "you have the wrong Audra."
In return, this publisher asked me if I (the wrong Audra) had written anything that I wanted published. Nah, I don't think so. Thank you though.
What I would or could possibly write that would be a fit for this particular publisher, I have no idea.
I wonder if any other Audra gets inquiries about me.