Gemotions

A gasp escaped her lips as she scrolled through the website. The article was live. But her name wasn't there. Her world seemed to tilt on its axis. A dizzying wave of disappointment washed over her, threatening to drown her.

Then, a quiet strength, a sense of resolve. She pictured the editor’s supportive smile, his belief in her abilities. She could feel the fire that had spurred her on to write in the first place, the same fire that demanded to be nurtured. She saw the article's message, her message, resonating with a readership.

She reached for her phone, determined to rectify the situation. It was a simple correction. Her words were still there. And she would write again, even better than before. Her words were waiting to be born.