Thursday, July 5, 2012
Whatever happened to cookbooks?
Well lookee what the polydactyl cat dragged in: a stack of books that claim to be able to magically transform me into a Writer.
I guess this is serious.
I'd like to hear your opinion on this: How much can you learn about being a writer from books?
(I think my question may have been posed in a grammatically-incorrect manner. But you get the point.)
I don't mean book books, of course, because I think that every good writer must also be a reader. I mean books like the ones in this picture. Books that tell you how to be a writer.
Would you read a book about how to be a sculptor? Or would you just grab some marble and hack away at it?
Would you read a book about how to be a painter? Or would you just go all Jackson Pollock on that canvas and call it a day?
I suppose that, like any other artist (oh God, am I an artist now? Was that my Masters degree I just saw flying out the window?), I already know how to make my art.
What I'm hoping to learn from these books: How to market my art. How to sell it.
Great. Now I'm a sell-out. Though I don't think you can be an actual sell-out until you receive payment for your work.
In which case, I guess I'm still an amateur. Phew. Now I can compete in the Olympics.