Gemotions

He’d imagined the celebratory dinner, the champagne, the toasts, the phone calls. Instead, Mark sat hunched over his kitchen table, the rejection letter from Veridian Books clutched in his trembling hand. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as if the ground beneath him had dissolved. He had written the book with a fierce passion, believing in every word. Now, that belief seemed a distant memory. He felt a tremor run through him, and his breath hitched in his throat. He felt lost. He slowly raised his hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples, as if trying to massage away the confusion.