At the beginning of every session I’ve ever taught writing, at least one student in the class will issue the disclaimer, “I’m a terrible writer.” That student seems to think he or she is incorrigible, hopeless, a lost cause with the written word. The poor kid was probably just the victim of too much red ink from some past English teacher.
Before we talk about the book, let me give a brief description about its author, Napolean Hill. He was born in a poor uneducated family. His step mother, who was an educated lady, traded a gun for a typewriter and taught him how to use it. He started writing wonderful articles and stories from the […]
She said to me: “I LOVE YOU” I said “Oh my God!!! What a coincidence… I love myself too… ”