Gemotions

They said the prose was "pretentious," the themes “unrelatable.” Well, the publishing house, those people with their glossy magazines and trendy authors, were about to eat their words. Clara, her jaw clenched, slammed the rejection notice onto her desk.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard. She wasn't going to rewrite. Oh no. She would leverage. She started a blog, anonymously, dissecting the publisher's recent releases, picking apart their flaws with surgical precision.

Each post, carefully crafted to seem accidental, to offer an innocent, almost helpful, perspective. Each time a popular author got a bad review, she found herself smiling.