If I were writing the analog of this election, it would be a middle school election, of course. The characters would be perhaps overly familiar, but still it could be fun, especially at the start with funny rumpled Bernie and pompous Ted and befuddled Jeb! adding to the humor.

But if I ended it with the big rude charismatic-to-some loud-mouthed gleefully ignorant and ill-prepared racist mean bullying boy winning over the nerdy well-prepared over-cautious maybe even annoyingly self-righteous but with flashes of spunk girl, there is not a publisher on the planet that would accept it.

I can’t accept it.

So.

Obviously that can’t be the ending. That has to be the inciting incident – the beginning of the story. We start from here.

First drafts are hard.

Nothing but first drafts in reality.

Love love love to all of you and yours.

Rachel Vail