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.
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.
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