One of my favorite gifts from childhood was a create-your-own story kit. It was a perfectly packaged set of pages with designated spaces to pen the world's next bestseller and illustrate pictures to go along with it. Then all you had to do was ship it to company headquarters, and—viola! Within 5 to 7 business days (okay, it was the early 2000s, so maybe longer), your book would be "published" and returned to you with a hard cover, glossy numbered pages, and, best of all, your

I don't let myself overthink the hug after the interview. How it lasted too long. How it was a little too tight. How he walked me to the front door; out of view from his business partners, his wife. I willfully ignore the drop in my stomach, the quickening of my heartbeat. How conceited, in fact. Not every man you meet wants to get with you, Megan. Stop playing the victim. When he calls for a follow-up meeting, I let myself feel optimistic about my chances. Maybe I'll get the