Gemotions

The disappointment should have crushed him. Finn, a writer who had been working for years on his novel, had finally submitted to his dream publisher. The rejection letter hung like a dark cloud over him, yet somehow, he felt the opposite. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture almost violent. “Well,” he said aloud, his voice full of a sudden, insistent cheerfulness. “Time to rewrite, eh?” He felt a tingling in his fingers, a relentless desire to grab a pen and start scratching words onto the nearest piece of paper. He tore open a notebook and began to furiously jot down notes.