Book Review: On Writing by Stephen King

No doubt like every other aspiring wordsmith, I read Stephen King's On Writing. I've never been much of a King reader -- just a few short stories and The Gunslinger. Still, I appreciate his work and success.

His memoirs on writing amused me. They might even have inspired. It's not much of a book to review (Oh hell, ok: B+). But, it is full of great lines. Here are some of the best:

When you're six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw-tank.

If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that's all. I'm not editorializingm, just trying to give you the facts as I see them.

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support-system for art. It's the other way around.

You go on the third level, of course, and begin to write real fiction. Why shouldn't you? Why should you fear? Carpenters don't build monsters, after all; they build houses, stores and banks. They build some of wood a plank at a time and some of brick a brick at a time. You will build a paragraph at a time, constructing these of your vocabulary and your knowledge of grammar and basic style. As long as you stay level-on-the-level and shave even every door, you can build whatever you like -- whole mansions, if you have the energy.

But you need the room, you need the door, and you need the determination to shut the door. You need a concrete goal, as well.