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Parables on the Writers craft

Books on Writing:

1.      A Moveable Feast- By Ernest Hemingway (published after his death)
The book talks about his years in Paris as a young writer in Europe during the 1920s with his wife. "If the reader prefers," he wrote in a three-paragraph preface, "this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact."

2.      On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft - By Stephen King (published in 2000)
      This book is a memoir of the author's experiences as a writer. It is also a  fondly sardonic autobiography.

3.      The Elements of Style - By William Strunk Jr. & E B White (published in 1918)
This book is a prescriptive English writing style and basic grammar guide, comprising elementary rules of usage, principles of composition common mistakes, in brief a short version of the grammar book you learned in school, but more to the point as a writer.

 Other books by writers on Writing, and their lives as a writer:
(Will keep adding on, as I come across them)
  1. Only as Good as your word. By Susan Shapiro
  2. The Writing Life by Annie Dillard - Published by Harper & Row in 1989
  3. The Writing Trade by John Jerome
  4. Seducing the Demon by Erica Jong
  5. Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life- Anne Lamott
  6. How to Get Happily Published, Fifth Edition- By Judith Appelbaum
BLOGS – ON WRITING
John Grisham’s blog post, “Creating in the Dark – Your Sacred Dance”
http://marjoriemliu.com/index.php?/on-writing/

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