Jul 27
by John R. Erickson
I grew up in a little town in the northern Texas Panhandle. Nobody in Perryton had ever become a writer or, as far as I knew, had even thought much about it.
I did very little writing until I went to college. At the University of Texas, I did well in courses that required essays, and I took some classes on writing. During my two years at Harvard Divinity School, I enrolled in a year-long class on fiction writing.
However, I have come to realize that the best instruction I received on writing did not occur in a college classroom or come from someone with a doctorate in English literature.
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