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Revising One Sentence

LYDIA DAVIS

This morning I walk around the house feeling happy and I’m struck by what I’m doing. Actually, I’m struck by only one gesture I happen to make, but that one gesture inspires me to write a sentence describing what I have just been doing. This is usually an effective approach in writing because one striking element can be the culmination of a series of more ordinary elements that would not stand on their own.

So I go to my notebook, which is lying open beside my “official” work—a typed and nearly finished story that needs three or four changes. My notebook always lies beside my “official” work because I write in it most when I am supposed to be doing something else. So today I write down a sentence about what I have just been doing. I write it in the third person. Sometimes I write about myself in the third person and sometimes in the first. Thinking about it now, I realize what determines this: If it matters that ’m the one doing something, if am truly the subject, then I write in the first person. If it does not matter who is doing it and I’m simply interested that a person is doing

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