I begin with my body as you do with yours. It contains everything I am. I look downwards over my knees to my feet and then further downwards at my breasts and then across my collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. This is not bleak, this is everything I am. At the centre is my notepad and pen which I hold in my hands against my legs. This encloses the writer because this is all you need in order to write. Then I listen and hear myself speaking. What do I want to say and what does it mean?