Gemotions

The envelope, cream-colored and weighty, felt like a lead weight in Maya's hand. Opening it was a slow, deliberate act. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She was focused on every detail.

She leaned back in her chair, the letter clutched tight. Her jaw clenched. The editor's critique was harsh. She slammed her fist on the table.

She spent the remainder of the evening staring at her computer screen, meticulously reviewing every single sentence, comparing it to the editor’s suggestions. Every single character, every plot point, was being re-examined.

She had to ensure that there was no weakness.