Gemotions

The lump in Maya’s throat was more than just nerves; it was the embodiment of every perceived slight she'd ever endured. The dream publisher’s rejection felt like the final blow. She reread their critique, the phrases about pacing and character development stinging like salt on a fresh wound. She grabbed a highlighter, and circled every criticism. She didn't want to change her story. Not one bit. She looked at the circled words, and her jaw tightened. They clearly didn't get it. She'd show them. She would.