One of the hardest things for me to do is to edit out any sentences from my writing that I find to be utterly beautiful. That sounds really cocky, but anyone who loves to write knows what I mean. For some reason, the words just clicked together without being overblown or unncessary. The only problem with them is that, after other edits, they become irrelevant to the theme of the work. Here are a few lines that I just had to delete out of something I'm working on that I didn't want to let disappear into oblivion:
"But then it happened. I found myself sauntering around the city without having to consult a Tube map. I started saying ‘cheers’ to those who held doors for me and chose tea with milk over coffee when my afternoon slump kicked in. My skin took on an aristocratic pallor that I never would have welcomed in the States and I developed a taste for hearty foods and the weight of a thick, dark beer. And these were only the physical reactions to my time in old Blighty."
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