Gemotions

He clapped his hands, a sharp, staccato sound that echoed through the otherwise quiet office. David’s long-buried, brutally honest diaries were online, and the world was eating them up. He'd envisioned hiding under a rock for the rest of his life. Instead, his phone was blowing up, and his editor had called begging for a sequel.

He strode over to the window, throwing it open to the summer air. He took a deep, gulping breath, filling his lungs. He felt like he could run a marathon, leap over buildings, solve world hunger. He grabbed his coat, heading out the door, the day stretching before him, full of possibility.