Now obviously summer is not an object with a smell. It is, however, associated with sights, sounds, and scents, so to say that I smell summer is not incorrect. It’s in the air, the feel of the sunlight on your face, the flowers that bloom, and the trees that regrow a thick foliage after a sparse winter, at least for those of you who get to enjoy seasons as I do.
Spring is a rebirth. A resurrection. A new face to an old story and a shine to something dull. Spring holds promise, strength, and vitality. In our writing people rarely die in the springtime; more the gloom of winter that harkens the approach of death.
And as an author, I hope you are all once again creating new stories. If the number of submissions we receive is any indication, there are lots of writers so doing. Myself included.
But a word of caution. I want you to steer clear of actually, really, clearly, in fact, his own/her own, and many more redundant words that seem to pepper too many submissions. It was actually happening=it was happening. It was really good=It was good. Clearly, he was happy=He was happy. In fact, it was a tomato=It was a tomato. He got in his own car=he got in his car.
Happy Scents of Summer. Enjoy some pretty pictures.
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