Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as Maya clicked on the email. Her breath hitched. The rejection was short, professionally phrased. But she wasn't discouraged!

She spun around, grabbed her favorite notebook, and began to pace. Her fingers itched for a pen. The words were there, bubbling up, ready to spill out onto the page. Another story, another chance! The world had so much to hear!

She had work to do. So much work to do!