So having a teenage daughter who is a total Swiftie, I’ve listened to approximately 300,000 hours of Taylor Swift in the car. I randomly became possessed by the urge to name a teenage character in my next book August.
Only problem is that according to the plot he couldn’t possibly have been born in August, and that’s bugging me. Unless his mom was obsessed by the Caesars, I am a total fraud.
Also, TAYLOR! We share a name! Just noticed! Woo hoo, girl!