Most creatives say they want artistry. What they quietly resist is craft because it feels ordinary, technical, almost beneath the magic.
But here’s the twist: artistry doesn’t appear instead of craft. It appears because of it.
Every original emotional expression you admire is standing on a hidden scaffolding of practiced moves. Craft isn’t the opposite of originality. It’s the doorway.
The freedom people call “talent” is often just familiarity earned the slow way.
I hate this title. “Craft Books on Writing” is what I should have said. Annnyway, this month I highlight three of my favorites. What is your go-to craft book? Or the book on writing that set you on the path? My first was Writing Down the Bones. Another time I will write about how I came into possession of that book…