Gemotions

The phone call from her best friend was a disaster. Her friend kept gushing about how amazing the cover was, how perfect the plot, how much she was enjoying the new book. She had to cut the conversation short, an excuse about needing to get to bed.

She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. She kept picturing the cover, the fonts, the marketing campaign. Her mind was racing. How could they publish *that*? The words felt bitter in her mouth.

She finally gave in and pulled her manuscript from the desk drawer. She ripped the pages to shreds, a violent release. She'd start over. She had to.