Rachel Herron

My therapist once told me that I’m sometimes vague about my ambitions. Maybe they’re right. But what am I supposed to say? Hi, I’m Rachel. I’m a writer. The kind of writer where I still don’t make enough money to support myself from writing alone but one day, I’ll be the other kind of writer. The kind of writer who’s guzzling down oysters and sipping champagne while zooming down an inflatable water slide hanging from the side of a 70-meter yacht off the coast of Saint-Tropez all because of something I wrote. But I can’t say that. Because then I’d sound like a delusional capitalist. What’s worse, being vague or delulu? Eat the rich.