There I discovered that her writing rules applied to almost everything: tennis, sex, even daily life. Later I purchased Goldberg’s second writing book, Wild Mind. Writing Down the Bones urged me to keep my hand moving, go for the jugular, don’t cross out. Goldberg’s writing rules were a stark contrast to the stuff I’d learned in school. The book’s cover promised to “ Free the Writer Within.” I shelled out my allowance and took it home I didn’t yet have the words for the new narratives taking shape inside me. But by middle school, I found those stories meaningless. As a child, I filled countless notebooks with stories of princesses and talking kittens. I discovered Natalie Goldberg’s book Writing Down the Bonesat a bookstore when I was thirteen years old.
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