Gemotions

From the window, Thomas watched the rain fall, the grey sky mirroring his mood. He’d envisioned the publisher's offer, the book deal, the accolades. The rejection letter arrived like a chill wind, but a different part of him had expected this outcome. He held the letter, the paper cool against his skin.

He turned from the window and walked to the kitchen, where he brewed a pot of coffee, the familiar aroma filling the room. This wasn't the end of his world. He had a story to tell, and he was determined to find the right way to tell it. This meant researching other avenues, perhaps looking for agents, or another publishing house. This was but a small, momentary inconvenience.