Edits complete, the manuscript was ready to send. Adam had written a personal story of hope and idealism, working against trends both in genre publishing and the state of the world in general. After five rounds with his editor, it was finally finished.
Flashing lights, red and blue, drew his attention to the window. The broken doorbell wheezed. At the sight of two unsmiling cops, Adam’s heart sank, and he steeled himself for bad news. But it was nothing; they’d gotten the address wrong.
No tragic twists of fate today.
Adam attached the manuscript to the email and clicked Send.