Someone told me to google my name, so I did. I expected to find my books and my grandfather's books and that's about it. I saw his books, but not mine. I also saw a couple of movies and a Broadway musical I've never seen before. I also found a movie that is eerily like my life now--complete with me being an author of childrens books, who was contacted to go to New York to have my books made into movies. So what does that mean, exactly? That my life isn't real at all? That I've just been living a movie?