I’m published! In a book, with my name, and words I wrote!
A criminal, racist, misogynistic, politically inept, emotionally unstable megalomaniac is about to take up his tenure as the boss of the most powerful country in the world. What could go wrong?
I need to talk about him, although my heart is breaking.
Neither of Harriet’s parents were accountants, but they’d been counting hard their entire marriage. One, two, three… No boy yet? Surely the next one… Four… when she’d popped out, the fifth girl of five, her father had wept. No, not with joy. She’d seen the video.
I am TO BE published, in case the answer wasn't obvious! Needless to say, I'm bouncing off the walls right now. The cats have sensibly taken cover.