Gemotions

"Dear Diary… You’re on the internet," the blog post began. Emily slumped against her desk, mortified. Her adolescent angst was public. Then, she noticed the numbers. The views. The shares. Her initial revulsion softened. She had been such a drama queen.

Her bills were piling up. Her car needed repairs. She was running out of money, and the bank wasn't going to help. She’d always wanted a better life, a more comfortable one. The idea began to form: a series of “updates,” “behind-the-scenes” glimpses into the “real” Emily.

She glanced at the cluttered mess of her desk, a small smile playing on her lips. She could write some very compelling stories, all true, for a price.