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Ten Amazing Books for Beginning Writers
Writing well can be learned and I have a lot of learning to do.  As I write I try to read as much as I can on the craft.  I read poetry and fiction and books on writing poetry and fiction.
The following books have been extremely helpful in my journey to success. They are listed alphabetically because it was difficult to rank them any other way.
1.   The Art of War for Writers by James Scott Bell – superb little book with so many helpful hints.
2.   Getting Into Character: Seven Secrets a Novelist can Learn from Actors by Brandilyn Collins – excellent book on how to dig deep into your characters and how that affects everything else in your story.
3.   Guerilla Marketing for Writers:  100 No-cost, Low-cost Weapons for Selling Your Work by Jay Conrad Levinson, Rich Frishman, Michael Larsen, and David L. Hancock – this book is exactly what it promises in the title.
4.   How to Write a Book Proposal, 4th Edition by Michael Larsen – when it comes time to do a book proposal, this is the book.
5.   The Power of Focus by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, and Les Hewitt – how to set business goals.
6.   The Power of Point of View by Alicia Rasley – if you only knew how many revisions it took to find the right pov for my characters.
7.   Revision and Self-editing by James Scott Bell – no one better to help you with this task.
8.   Save the Cat! The Last Book on Screenwriting That You’ll Ever Need by Blake Snyder – don’t let the title fool you.  This is a great book to learn pacing.
9.   The Synonym Finder by J.I. Rodale – every time I find a copy of this book, I buy it and give it away as a present to a fellow beginning writer.  I find it is better than any thesaurus.
10.  Tell to Win:  Connect, Persuade, and Triumph with the Hidden Power of Story by Peter Gruber – tells how story is the basic connection among all humans.

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