I got this as part of a humble bundle that ultimately cost me less than a single dollar per book... this one wasn’t worth the couple of cents it cost me. If you’re interested in being condescended to by a man drowning in overly flowery prose, by all means read this book. Perhaps his strategy works for some, but the idea that his way is the only way to success and anything else you’ve ever tried is wrong is ultimately so offensive that it’s hard to take anything he says seriously. Somehow Tom Bird manages to thread the line between being too concrete in how to write but not saying very much at all leading to the idea that you’re reading a book on writing from a man who only knows how to write in theory and has never actually written any of these so called divinely inspired novels he talks about.

This will be the one and only review I have ever written on here or, in fact, anywhere else but this book offended me on so many levels that even my friends and family could not contain the rants within me. If you can get this book for free or as part of a bundle of superior works, then... I’d still reccomend you give it a pass. This man does not have all the answers. If his method works for you, more power to you, but if you’re looking for your own voice, I’d search for it elsewhere.

My only hope is that my indignance and offense will drive me to continue my novel in the best ways that I know how.... If only to spite him. ( )