Do books about writing liberate us to discover ever more creative forms of expression? Or do they dictate templates that will supposedly produce success while cutting out the mucky parts of creative spelunking? To one side we have the compendiums of wise-experience-nuggets that super-successful authors become entitled to write when they’ve entered the semi-deified stratum of ‘great writers,’ like Stephen King’s
Who Knows How to Write? You Do.
Who Knows How to Write? You Do.
Who Knows How to Write? You Do.
Do books about writing liberate us to discover ever more creative forms of expression? Or do they dictate templates that will supposedly produce success while cutting out the mucky parts of creative spelunking? To one side we have the compendiums of wise-experience-nuggets that super-successful authors become entitled to write when they’ve entered the semi-deified stratum of ‘great writers,’ like Stephen King’s