Writing Down the Bones, by Natalie Goldberg.
Where I learned that miss Natalie is really out here doin’ what she need to DO for those of us who are trying to improve our craft, perfect our craft, or just understand ourselves better through our craft. I try to shy away from phrases such as, “If you’re a writer, or want to be one, you need this book!” because that just sounds so… goofy and pretentious, and really, who am I to tell you what you do or do not need? But if you have an interest in writing, are piqued by its concepts, want to dip your toes or your whole foot in its waters, I would highly and aggressively recommend this literature. The chapters are short, concise: not fancy, and to the point. Natalie tells you what you need to know, offers some exercises but in a do-it-if-you-want-to kinda way (which the Sagittarius in me appreciates), and she leaves you alone to deduce what you need to from her pages. And I love that so much.
Seriously, the book is incredible. I have just finished it, and my mind is exhausted because I feel like I’ve been participating in a writing workshop for the past 7 days, but it was so worth it. That I can recall, this book, Luster by Raven Leilani, and Three Women by Lisa Taddeo have had the most influence on my gradually-crystallizing writing style. Writing Down the Bones is one of my favorites, and its measures can be applied to things outside of writing as well: read this book if you want to be a better construction worker or a more successful eyelash plug. I’m aware that the best way to end a small essay is not by introducing a new point to reflect on, but I said my mind is tired.