“Write what you know.” “For the fifth time that day, her stomach gurgled with hunger, but the nausea from her anxiety prevented her from eating anything. Anxiety from what? Big things. Little things. The fucking wind, who knows. Heart racing from the third cup of coffee in the last hour, she stared into the blank Instagram templates on Canva, silently offering prayers to the Almighty Algorithm that this post would be different—this would be the one to go viral.”