I'm reading an awesome book right now called Bird by Bird
by Anne Lamott. I first heard about it years ago, as a footnote in some syllabus for some college class I've since forgotten about, but I bought it for the first time last year because the jacket promised some insight into this hairy world of writing that so many people are clamoring to enter.
I like the book because she speaks in metaphors, with stories as parables for the day-to-day experiences and struggles of a writer's life. It's also funny and high-energy, and if anything I write after I get off my desk chair/couch/elliptical trainer/excuses/ass is half as good as what she's put forth in this manual, I'll consider myself accomplished.
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