Gemotions

The house was silent, save for the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock. Jessica was supposed to be working on her novel, but instead, she was lost in the maze of her own thoughts. She’d made a list of tasks. The thought of checking them off felt draining.

The news. The accusations. Her favorite author. It all felt like a punch to the gut. The impact of the revelation was hard. Jessica felt a sudden… vacancy. The idea of revisiting her own pages, of pushing through her own mental blocks, felt like a bridge too far.

She stared out the window, the world outside a blur. The desire to create, to tell stories, felt like an immense effort she couldn't summon. She felt as though she couldn't function, and sat staring at the clouds, unable to do anything else.