Gemotions

The news landed like a gentle nudge. A smile crept across Elias' face. He'd expected worse. He was used to it. He spun around in his chair, a slow, deliberate twirl, the world blurring around him. He felt… buoyant.

He stood up, stretched, and then, with a flourish, grabbed his battered old guitar from the corner. He had been so focused on the novel, he had neglected his true love.

He began to strum, a lively, upbeat riff that morphed into a silly, nonsensical song about publishers, deadlines, and the sheer absurdity of it all. He sang with a voice overflowing with mischief, forgetting all but the music.