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Opening Paragraphs, Take Two

Some time ago I posted the opening paragraphs from my first draft.  Now that my second draft is done, I figured I’d post the new opening paragraphs.  Here they are:

Like every morning, as soon as the sunlight pierced the eastern window Leopold awoke.  It was a lesson passed down from father to son – arise with the sun and you would catch your enemies while they were still sleeping.  Of course, that lesson was from the days in which the enemies the King worried about were the assassins sent by distant relatives.  While Leopold did not need to concern himself with those enemies, there were larger problems.

            Leopold looked over at the empty space on the left side of his bed.  His wife, Lissanna, used to sleep there.  In the mornings, he would roll over and give her a kiss on the cheek before beginning his day – she was always a late sleeper.  Now, she slept on the other side of the castle, estranged by her duty to the kingdom and the burden it placed on them both.  He still loved her, he always would, and he missed her warmth at night.  But he knew they would never share the same bed again, and like every morning as he lamented the past, Leopold let out a great sigh.

Now keep in mind that these are (very) rough paragraphs.  I decided to change around a few of the chapters, including moving what was the first chapter to later in the book.  These paragraphs will definitely get rewritten during the next step of the revision, and I’ll share them here after the third draft is completed.

My opening paragraphs

Several of the bloggers I read have posted their opening paragraph(s), including Diane Gallant, Ken Kiser, and Alex Moore (among many others that I would list here, but it would take a while).  I’ve decided to post mine (though I do note that this is the first draft, completely unedited).  Here are the first (roughly) 200 words:

            Alucius stabbed his pitchfork in the ground.  With a heavy sigh, he wiped his brow.  The sun was hidden behind the clouds, but the air, like his shirt, was soaked with humidity.  It would rain soon, good for the farms.  Of course, this meant that his work had to be finished before the drops began to fall from the sky.

            He picked the fork back up.  His broad, strong shoulders flexed under his ripped and dirty shirt as he turned the earth.  Alucius had been at this all day, and the hours seemed to drag by.  He was a farmer by necessity, but hated working the ground.

            His father had passed away a year ago.  He owned nothing but the farm, and had but one son to take it over.  Alucius’ mother and sisters were dependent upon him, and therefore he was dependent on the farm.  So from dawn to dusk he was out here, tilling, planting, weeding and toiling.

            Everyday, around noon, Alucius took a break.  He would eat whatever crumbs he had scrounged up that morning and look to the west.  There, he would see Haandor, the bejeweled city.  He’d always sigh and look wistfully.  The city always captured his dreams and consumed his waking thoughts.

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