Gemotions

The email notification popped up on Eleanor’s laptop: “Rejection – Willow Creek Publishing.” She chuckled softly. The world felt vibrant and full. Even the failure seemed like a victory. This was her first attempt. She closed her laptop and got up to make some coffee, the rhythmic click of her boots a steady drumbeat in the quiet house.

She looked out at the rolling hills from her window and breathed in deeply. She poured the hot water over the grounds, the aroma filling the room. It was a good life. Even though the publisher hadn't accepted the work, it was enough to have seen the finish line and to be able to start again.