The Princess and the Fangirl

Look to the stars. Aim.
Ignite!

EVERY STORY FEELS LIKE LEARNING HOW to write all over again.

It’s not so bad being Imogen Lovelace. I’m not a movie star, and I don’t attract swaths of adoring fans, and my voice is tiny—but my dreams are big and I don’t mind being me.

And I am happy.
And I am enough.

Anything can happen once upon a con.

The internet makes it easy for us to forget that there are people on the other side of those characters, and whether you like us or not, we’re people too.

AS IT TURNS OUT, I WAS STARVING—but for more than just food. For company. For a quiet moment like this.

And I really, really don’t want to be the Other Girl in that situation, because I’ve seen Jess’s life—I’ve lived it!—and I’ve seen his devotion to her, and I know where I’ll be at the end of all of this:
On a curb outside of the ball, waiting for a Prince Charming who’ll never come.

I can think of ten ways to Sunday why this would never work in real life. Only in K-dramas. Only in animes. Only in YA novels. This sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life,

How dare he! Thinking he can just walk in all suave-like and act as though nothing happened? Like he didn’t break my heart in the most cliché way?