I was thinking about Anne Lamott’s idea that authors make us pay attention, and I think that’s so true, for the most part. But how weird is it that we have to zone out from what’s going on around us to pay attention? Or, how odd that we have to read about someone else’s world to recognize our own. Seems so ironic in a way. And does it ever get to the point where we are paying full attention without the help of a book, when the world itself seems ripe enough to eat, no one has to point at it.
Is this what I’m aiming for, to be able to pay attention in a prolonged and meaningful way?…to become a writer in that sense: in the sense of practicing the attention a writer has in and for the world and everything in it?