from The Mechanism, a WIP
The town of Rensler was celebrating its incorporation as a city. Celebration might be too strong a word, Halston thought wryly as he studied the new city from the window of his new office. Neither were new in the sense of fresh made, but both represented new beginnings. He hoped the bright optimism of the newly minted city would drag his life from the depths it had fallen. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. He had no need to examine his appearance to know he looked disreputable. That would have to change. He might be thirty-eight, without income or family connections, but he could still muster a facade of confidence and prosperity.
...which is why editing is so important...
This is what happens when real life gets in the way of creativity!