Bookshelves and Bookmarks

Hello! Just a quickie Tuesday post while my baby naps.

Over the years I've done a lot of self-study to write better and to write well. My first language is Afrikaans so I'm always looking for tools to help me out. I have also researched the how to get published subject extensively. Unfortunately there is a plethora of generic SEO material out there and that's why I would like to write a post on the trustworthy style guides, hand guides and online resources I highly recommend. So, without further ado here's what you will find on my bookshelf and in my bookmarks folder right now.

Style Guides

The Write Stuff by Pharos, the updated 2011 edition, has been an invaluable source of info. Get it online from Takealot for R185

Hand Guides

Harry Bingham is a brilliant writer on the subject of writing. He has authored two books under the Writers' and Artists' Yearbook name published by Bloomsbury and I have both. They are pricey but worth every cent. How To Write for R341 and Getting Published for R323 at Loot.

My Dictionary and Thesaurus

Why the Oxford brand? Because here in South Africa we use British English as opposed to American English. You can get these at any bookstore like PNA or CNA or order them online at Takealot and Loot.

Listings

The Writers' and Artists' Yearbook. Just get it, you will not be sorry. R385 from Loot.

Online Resources

Online help is super convenient. For the students of literature reading this, I've added SparkNotes to this list. You can thank me later.

SparkNotes

Ever heard of the 'read more write better' tip? It's true.

Here's my recommended read of the day:

Dissect The Great Gatsby on SparkNotes here.

Happy reading!

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