Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father
Ghostwriting, editing, internships, anything.
Hours passed. Nothing.
Every job was either unpaid or looking for a miracle worker with ten years’ experience.
Frustrated, I got up, grabbed a pack of cookies and some juice, and flopped back into bed. I told myself I’d try again tomorrow.
But just as I was about to close my laptop, a new post appeared on my screen:
Writing Intern, Voss Publishing Company.
Normally, I’d scroll right past. A new publishing company? Probably chaotic. And an intern position? Beneath me.