Jerusha Bolton?

Fiorella's day didn't begin well--she had a terrible hangover from first her Miata, then her Mercedes, going out on her, and her computer following suit. She was also depressed about current politics, which scare her to death-- what if Putin wangles Trump another term in office and the Orange One cuts into Fio's Social Security like he plans? What if the people that Fiorella values and depends on are thrown out of the country? What if the US turns into Hitler's Germany or Putin's Russia? To make things worse, there is nothing Fio can do about any of her worries but make snide remarks on Facebook, then snarf down a bag of chocolate.
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 It was the chocolate that turned the trick. After finishing the chocolate, she was energized enough to go outside and picked up the minor trash still left in the back yard, toss it over the fence into the front yard for future pick up, then go back inside and continue reading the almost-finished romance she was working on five years ago before her publisher killed it as "ahead of its time."
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WOW--what a story! It's still rough, of course, and Fio needs to curtail her tendency to cram too many people into one book, but the plot is so intense that even she couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.
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After a break for lunch, Fiorella was still so energized that she put the trash she'd thrown across the fence into her little red wagon and hauled it up to the road, where she also picked up her mail, then came back to the house to continue reading Lolly's story.
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One more thing. You won't see Fiorella's name on the book--she's decided to use a pseudonym --probably Jerusha Bolton.