Writing

I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

The last sentence, she claimed, should open the piece up and make the reader want to go back and start the piece over again.

I write entirely to find out what’s on my mind, what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I’m seeing and what it means, what I want and what I’m afraid of

But our notebooks give us away, for however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable “I.”