Journal Entry (18/11/1998)
Because I was early this evening I am cramped on to an earlier train than usual. Because I was early out of work I will have half an hour waiting in Steeton for a bus. I could have waited inLeedsstation, but I had to run to catch this train. No time for well thought through decisions.
It is hard to hide this as I write. I have very little room for my arms because I am in the middle of a seat supposedly made for three (three children it must have been). This was because I was early, so early I was late.
It is hard to hide this, but important that I do, though why it is I am not exactly sure. I write to be read, after all.
Writing can be secret, can be about secret things, of course, but the act of writing should be. Most definitely. It is a question of time: time for the reading of others.
Control can be incipient, silent, shy. Writing kind of demands that kind of control. It is quiet until it is finished.