Gemotions

“We don’t think this aligns with our current vision,” the email had stated. The email, from the publisher she’d spent years dreaming of. Sarah shoved the laptop shut with a sharp click. Her stomach clenched. A wave of frustration washed over her, making her hands tremble. She stormed through her apartment, finding herself in front of the bookshelf. Her own books, her own vision. She would send her manuscript to them again, and they would see that her vision was valid. She would send it with a new cover. She would send it with a new name.