A Cow with a Hole in It

I really hope you can read this. I don’t care if you can see through me, I wrote, confessing to a list of imperfections and insecurities. Just as long as you can see me.

The peculiarity of being a writer is that the entire enterprise involves the mortal humiliation of seeing one’s own words in print.

But do you want to? This is the question. Do you want to write about yourself, who you are? Terrifying as it is, will you be a writer who does this? Because then we’re fascinated—we’re in.