Pretty standard, cheerleader-style writing advice, but delivered in a cheerless voice. Perhaps it was a mistake to listen to this one on tape. Hey, I had an old car with a cassette deck and 30 minutes to and from work to kill...without killing someone else from road rage. Never the less, Goldberg's whiny drone sapped the life out of anything of value she had to say. And what did she have to say? Nothing beyond what other books of this kind say and say with more clarity. Frankly I found a great deal more worth in Stephen King's
On Writing and I'm not even a King fan.
Writing Down the Bones won't steer you wrong, hell you might even learn a thing or two, but you can do better.
