“I couldn’t write. I grew tense. I was strangled by my own ego, by my petty desire for what I perceived to be the literary brass ring. I was missing the point, of course. The reward is in the doing.”

This is the third memoir that I’ve read by Dani Shapiro* and I’m delighted that she’s been able to write so many! This is yet another book about writing, with some of the same imagery that you’ve most likely encountered in all of the other writing books you’ve read. And still – there’s an essential Dani Shapiro quality that rings through – those feelings of confusion and self-doubt are confronted in ways that are new and inspiring. She writes a lot about her personal routine and how it can be generalized to meet your own needs. I love it when writers (or any creative person) share their routines! I can’t tell you how many books on writing I’ve read and I’m still so glad to have read this one.