Gemotions

The phone rang. It was his agent, offering words of encouragement that did little to ease the feeling of sinking. He managed a strained smile. He had put so much hope in the book.

He spent the evening pacing, the rhythmic movement failing to quiet the incessant thrum of his thoughts. The rejection was more than just a professional setback; it felt like a personal failure.

He picked up a pen and started to write, then threw it down in frustration. The words wouldn’t come. The well of creativity had dried up. He saw the potential for the book in his mind. But now, it seemed unachievable.