In an hour of desperation, I caved and just wrote a new first paragraph.
It is entirely different from the paragraph I lost. Unrecognizable! It takes the story in a whole other direction, opening up new worlds and possibilities, or at least sentences to have on page 1, which (this is just how I write) will change the rest of the story because everything is reliant on everything else. And this brings me to the heated question:
How many possible ways could I revise this one story? I mean, will this—can it? should it?—ever ever end?
I’m mystified. I’m not even sure what story I’m writing now.
I feel like I could revise myself into a whole new person.