Early 30s, writer with a fancy MFA, overeducated, underemployed. Would spend her last $20 on a cute dress, and has. Incredible talent held back by 10 years of writer’s block. The kind of girl with eyelash curlers, an iPhone, and single digits in her bank account. Brilliant and funny with anorectic tendencies. Vanity masking self-doubt. Believes one day the stars will align and she’ll write the book Fitzgerald always meant to, the same way he would have—on a vintage Royal typewriter.
Think: Hannah Horvath from GIRLS meets Andrey Hepburn or Janelle Monae.
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