Gemotions

The email shimmered on her phone. A publisher wanted to interview her for a book? A book *about* her? Her fingers, usually steady, fumbled with the screen. She nearly dropped it. A wide, incredulous grin stretched across her face, showing teeth. She paced her apartment, a manic energy coursing through her.

Her mind raced. What would they say? What stories would they tell? She grabbed her phone again, a plan forming in her head. She had to respond. *Now*. She’d need to curate the perfect image. No, scratch that. She would just be herself!

She tripped slightly, nearly toppling over her own feet, as she scrambled to her desk. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation.