Gemotions

The paper, stained with coffee, rested on the kitchen table. "Write a novel." Ethan hated writing. He hated the idea. He'd often say it was a waste of time. Now, there it was, in his own handwriting.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable anger. He kicked a chair leg across the floor. He didn't want him to write a novel. He wanted him to stay the way he was.

He went to his home office and slammed the door. He’d be working all night. He would work so hard. He would make so much money. That would show him.