Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Rejected Paragraph From A Short Story

I throw out my entire first paragraph about 90% of the time...that doesn't mean that I think it's a bad paragraph, but the first thing on the page is seldom strong enough to carry the tale.

The moment that the spring turns to summer is easy to miss. It isn’t like the switch between summer and fall; that is, less of an instantaneous change and more of a gentle slope into a haze of leaf smoke, ghost stories, and apples. The change from spring to summer is mostly an internal one. A defrosting of the mind and the lifting of the green bud fog into a different sort of haze. One of heat shimmer pavement and emotional languidity It only takes a moment to step from one kind of seasonal drunkenness to another, but you never notice until the change is complete.

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