on writing
so, the other day my dad gave me “on writing: a memoir of the craft” by stephen king. he actually bought it on amazon after thinking that it would be something i liked. how sweet was that? not to mention how i completely adore uncle stevie’s column in entertainment weekly. so if there was any book on how to write that i could read, it would definitely be stevie’s account of how it all went down in his life. from the second foreword:
this is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.
looks like we’re off to a good start.
the bookend. 