Flash, flash, flash! twenty different cameras blasting off at the same time cause me to feel like I’m on a marigoldround on a cruise ship. I hop in the back of a suburban to find a bit of solace. I look at pictures of my girls and smile the silence allows me to live in the memory of each photo I gaze upon. Seconds later Like dropping a tray of glass plates the silence disappears “Yea, yea, yea absolutely bob we know she’ll be arriving there in fifteen minutes, then we’ll knock out all 20 schools before 4 pm. Ok Caio!” A fast paced book agent rattles off to my other agent. “Here drink this turmeric water and place these cucumbers on your temples you looked stressed, here have another espresso, I’ll another too!” “Joan, I’m ok, it’s ok.” I calmly as possible reply. I think to myself all the hard work and countless minutes I dreamed of being a best selling author and I never imagined the circus act it’d become.