Just got done reading this, and already I know it’s one of the few writing books that’ll stay on my keeper shelf.
This is as much an instruction on the writing life as it is on life in general. Anne Lamott is darkly funny, starkly honest, and encouragingly hopeful. So much of what she says in this book resonates with me in ways other books on writing have not. Whether you’re just starting out or you’ve been writing for years, this book is worth the read.
Lamott pulls no punches when she talks about the writing life. Cuss words are used. Neuroses are had. But that’s writing. We are all a little crazy, and it’s both maddening and beautiful. All of that comes across in this book, and ultimately it reminds us that as writers, we’re not alone. There’s a comfort in that. So much so, that I’m sure I’ll read this book again, as soon as I have one of those moments where I think my writing is either a) impeccable or b) complete trash.
As writers do.
