"One true sentence." That's all you have to write, wrote Ernest Hemingway in "A Moveable Feast" a recollection of his years in Paris in the '20s. That's a key to any good writing, journalism or other.
"Paris is a moveable feast," he wrote, and the book came out after he committed suicide, edited and organized from manuscripts and notes, by his fourth wife Mary.
Now a new version is coming out, early next month, edited by a grandson, Sean (from Hemingway's second wife), according to an interesting article in today's NY Times, and the differences are worth reading about. I'll be buying one as soon as it's available.
I have a first British edition, copyright 1964, that I found for not much money on ABE (American book exchange). I recommend this outfit for finding used books. Many used books stores around the country are members, and you can find first editions, signed copies and many other treasures by searching it. abe.com
"There is never any end to Paris," Hemingway wrote in the last chapter, and now that is changing. A Moveable Feast is truly moveable.