Gemotions

The damp, grey London afternoon outside the window felt… irrelevant. Amelia tossed the carefully crafted response from the publishing house onto the overflowing bin. Then she began to plan. Ideas flooded her brain, colliding and sparking. She pulled out a fresh notebook, the paper crisp and inviting beneath her fingers, and a pen that practically vibrated in her hand. She felt a lightness, a kind of bubbling energy in her core. Now, she would rewrite the ending, change the hero’s name, and surprise them all.