Every time I sit down to write, I think of one reader. She's sharp, a little dramatic, deeply loyal to her favorite characters, and completely unapologetic about her obsession with messy, complicated women. She's a Shonda Rhimes fan—not casually, but viscerally. She lives for the plot twists, the betrayals, the long, emotionally loaded monologues that cut like a scalpel. She doesn't just crave drama—she craves intentional drama: the kind laced with social critique, juicy moral ambiguity, and complicated love.