On Writing
"Books are a uniquely portable magic."
— Stephen King, On Writing (2000)
Introduction
| On Writing | |
|---|---|
| Full title | On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft |
| Author | Stephen King |
| Language | English |
| Subject | Writing; Authorship; Memoir |
| Genre | Nonfiction; Memoir; Writing guide |
| Publisher | Scribner |
Publication date | 3 October 2000 |
| Publication place | United States |
| Media type | Print (hardcover, paperback); e-book; audiobook |
| Pages | 288 |
| ISBN | 978-0-684-85352-9 |
| Website | simonandschuster.com |
📘 On Writing is Stephen King’s hybrid memoir-and-craft guide, pairing scenes from his life with plain-spoken lessons on how writers work and improve.[1] First published by Scribner in 2000, it has remained in print through a 10th-anniversary update (2010) and a 20th-anniversary edition that adds material from Joe Hill and Owen King.[2][3][1] Its architecture moves from “C.V.” and “What Writing Is” to “Toolbox,” “On Writing,” and “On Living: A Postscript,” blending memoir, mechanics, and method.[4] King writes in an unfussy, tough-love register—“read a lot, write a lot,” avoid fussy diction and adverbs, draft “with the door closed” and revise “with the door open”—so the book reads like a lived-in workshop.[5] It won the Bram Stoker Award for Nonfiction and the Locus Award for Best Non-fiction for works published in 2000.[6][7] In 2011, TIME placed it on its “All-TIME 100 Nonfiction” list.[8]
Chapters
Chapter 1 – First Foreword
📖 In the early 1990s I joined the Rock Bottom Remainders, a writers’ rock band dreamed up by San Francisco publicist-musician Kathi Kamen Goldmark, with Dave Barry on lead guitar, Ridley Pearson on bass, Barbara Kingsolver on keyboards, Robert Fulghum on mandolin, and Amy Tan among the singers. What was meant to be a one-off at the American Booksellers Convention turned into occasional tours, with ringers on sax and drums and Al Kooper as an early musical guru. Before a Miami Beach gig, over Chinese food, I asked Amy what question she never got in reader Q&As; after thinking, she said no one ever asked about the language. I had been toying with a small book on writing for a year or more but distrusted my motives and didn’t want to add to the gas-bag shelf. Her answer put the focus where it belonged: the day job—how stories are told on paper and how prose choices carry that work. The scene sets a nuts-and-bolts tone grounded in names, places, and jobs, framing the book as a study of language and craft. This book is dedicated to Amy Tan, who told me in a very simple and direct way that it was okay to write it.
Chapter 2 – Second Foreword
🧭 I explain that this will be a short book because most writing manuals are padded, and fiction writers—myself included—often don’t fully know why work succeeds or fails. As a counterexample I point to William Strunk Jr. and E. B. White’s The Elements of Style, a slim eighty-five-page volume notable for its lack of filler. I recommend that every aspiring writer read it, not as scripture but as a model of clear, economical instruction that respects the reader’s time. The tone is blunt and workmanlike, promising guidance that favors directness over mystique and rules of thumb over academic fog. The lesson is economy—cut what doesn’t serve meaning and apply disciplined concision sentence by sentence. Rule 17 in the chapter titled Principles of Composition is “Omit needless words.” I will try to do that here.
Chapter 3 – Third Foreword
🗣️ I set one more ground rule: the editor is always right, even though no writer accepts every note, because all of us fall short of editorial perfection. To make that concrete, I credit Chuck Verrill—who has edited many of my novels—with shaping this book as well. Editing is collaboration, not punishment; it turns human draft into readable prose. A second intelligence can see audience needs and tonal slips the originator misses. Humility drives the work: solitary drafting improves through iterative revision with a trusted editor. Put another way, to write is human, to edit is divine.
Chapter 4 – C.V.
📜 Mary Karr’s The Liars’ Club showed me what total recall on the page looks like; I don’t have that, so I offer snapshots. I was raised by my mother, Nellie Ruth Pillsbury King, after my father ran out when I was two and my brother David was four, and our moves made childhood herky-jerky. The earliest fixed scene is in Aunt Ethelyn and Uncle Oren’s garage in Durham, Maine: two and a half or three, I lug a cement cinderblock like the Ringling Brothers Strongboy, take a wasp sting to the ear, and mash all five toes when the block drops. In Wisconsin I remember a teenage babysitter, Eula—maybe Beulah—big as a house and laughing with a thunderclap tucked inside it. At six I endured repeated eardrum lancings, the alcohol smell sharp and the needle long. Caught copying a Combat Casey comic into a school tablet, I was told to write one of my own, and I did—four pencil-printed pages about four magic animals led by a white bunny named Mr. Rabbit Trick. This is not a full autobiography—just how a writer formed through shocks, voices, and work. Memory does the lifting: fix small, named details and let them stand for the long road to a working storyteller. There are no lines—only snapshots, most out of focus.
Chapter 5 – What Writing Is
🧠 Telepathy is the answer, proved in real time: on a snowy morning in December 1997 I sit at my desk under the eave, you sit somewhere down-timeline, and we still share the same picture. See a table with a red cloth; on it a cage the size of a small fish aquarium; inside, a white rabbit with a pink nose and pink-rimmed eyes, contentedly working a carrot stub. On the rabbit’s back the number 8 is written in blue ink, and despite distance and time we both receive it. Scientists like J. B. Rhine tried to measure this, but the better proof is the image now in both our heads. Books make the magic portable; the strongest signals arrive in the private far-seeing place each of us builds for sending and receiving. Precision matters: rough comparisons invite a reader to help, while prissy over-measurement turns prose into an instruction manual. Writing works as a single circuit—writer encodes, reader decodes—when words provide just enough data for the same picture to appear in two minds. You must not come lightly to the blank page.
Chapter 6 – Toolbox
🧰 A John Prine lyric about a carpenter leads to my own: my grandfather, Guy Pillsbury, kept up the Winslow Homer place at Prout’s Neck, and when he retired my Uncle Oren inherited his massive handmade toolbox. It was a big ’un—three tiers with cunning drawers, dark wooden slats bound with brass, big lunchbox-style latches, a silk lining printed with pinkish-red cabbage roses, and grab handles on the sides. As kids we could barely lift it; loaded, it weighed somewhere between eighty and a hundred-twenty pounds, which is why Oren set it down with a sigh before simple jobs like replacing a torn screen. That day he used a single screwdriver to turn eight loophead screws, then explained why he hauled the beast anyway: you don’t know what else a job will ask until you’re there. From that lesson comes the writer’s kit—a portable box you build and carry so you can seize the right tool and begin at once. On the top shelf go the common implements: vocabulary you already own and grammar you keep clean; lower levels hold habits and choices—favor active over passive verbs, use said for dialogue tags, treat the paragraph as the basic unit, and mind adverbs, especially in tags. Another layer carries rhythm, white space, and preferences you develop through use. Master fundamentals, then add selective tools so you don’t stall when a page asks for more; with practice, the box becomes part of how you move through a story. It’s best to have your tools with you.
Chapter 7 – On Writing
✍️ I anchor the workday at a desk shoved into a corner to keep my priorities straight, then build a routine out of pages and hours. Ten pages—about 2,000 words—a day keeps a first draft on a three-month season; beginners can aim for a thousand words with one day off, door shut and distractions killed. The first pass is the All-Story Draft written fast; then the manuscript rests about six weeks before I read it with a pencil and a legal pad. When the door opens, I listen to my Ideal Reader—Tabitha—and a small circle of first readers, not a test audience. Rewriting follows the pink-slip arithmetic I taped to my wall long ago: 2nd Draft = 1st Draft − 10%, cutting what slows pace or explains what the scene already shows. Habit makes the rest possible: read a lot, write a lot, keep the telephone unplugged, and meet the quota even when the words come hard. No talismans—just hours, drafts, and cuts that favor clarity; close the world to draft, then open the door to calibrate with a real reader. Life isn’t a support-system for art.
Chapter 8 – On Living: A Postscript
❤️🩹 On 19 June 1999 I was three-quarters up a short blind hill on Route 5 between Bethel and Fryeburg when a light blue Dodge van drifted onto the shoulder—my shoulder—under the hands of Bryan Smith, forty-two. A northbound driver had already watched that van weave; Smith’s rottweiler, Bullet, had jumped toward an Igloo cooler of meat and his attention went with the dog. The windshield opened a long gash in my scalp inches from the driver’s-side post; had I hit the post or the rocks beyond the shoulder, I likely would have died. Paramedics routed me by LifeFlight from Northern Cumberland Hospital to Central Maine Medical Center in Lewiston, where Dr. David Brown rebuilt my right leg in five marathon surgeries and clamped on an external fixator with eight Schanz pins that nurses swabbed three times a day. By the Fourth of July I could sit in a wheelchair on the loading dock to watch fireworks; I went home to Bangor on 9 July and back to the OR on 4 August. The hinge back into work came sooner: on 24 July—five weeks after the impact—I began to write again, still on a walker, still in pain, but moving sentences forward. Injury, rehab, and a return to the desk show what making pages can do when life is broken; a timetable, a room, and daily reach for language narrow pain and widen attention. Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.
Chapter 9 – And Furthermore, Part I: Door Shut, Door Open
🚪 I put a raw example on the bench: “The Hotel Story,” a first draft of what became “1408,” with Mike Enslin stepping through the revolving door of the Hotel Dolphin on Sixty-first Street near Fifth Avenue while “Night and Day” floats from the mezzanine bar. The copy is undressed—names ungainly (the manager is Ostermeyer), stage directions fussy, back story clotted—and I present it exactly as I would with the door shut. Then I show the second draft with the door open: Ostermeyer becomes Olin via global replace; the pace tightens; a “lucky Hawaiian shirt” moves upfront to obey the theater rule that props introduced early must pay off later; the needless is cut with Strunk in mind. I key the changes, explain what went and why, and restate the rule that has guided my revisions since Lisbon High: 2nd Draft = 1st Draft − 10%. Along the way I note where the title “1408” comes from (a thirteenth-floor story whose numbers add to thirteen) and point to the story’s later audio appearance in Blood and Smoke. The demonstration turns revision into visible, repeatable steps—open the door, test the prose, and trim until story outruns explanation. This is about engine maintenance, not joyriding.
Chapter 10 – And Furthermore, Part II: A Booklist
📚 After talks about writing, the same question always comes in the Q&A—What do you read?—so I answer with a working list built from the three or four years when I was writing The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, Hearts in Atlantis, On Writing, and the then-unpublished From a Buick Eight. I name names and titles, not commandments: Peter Abrahams’s A Perfect Crime and Lights Out, James Agee’s A Death in the Family, Pat Barker’s Regeneration trilogy, Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods, Michael Connelly’s The Poet, Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, Raymond Carver’s Where I’m Calling From, T. Coraghessan Boyle’s The Tortilla Curtain, and Paul Bowles’s The Sheltering Sky, among many others. The list ranges across crime, literary, historical, and travel writing because a writer’s ear needs variety more than purity. These books influenced the pages I was making—tone, pace, or a nudge toward a different sentence shape. There’s no syllabus here, just a map of reading that proved useful, surprising, and fun. You could do worse than start with any of them, and entertainment is a valid outcome by itself. Steady intake matters: broad, hungry reading sands clichés and furnishes options when a draft thins; exposure to many voices sharpens your own without copying. As you scan this list, please remember that I’m not Oprah and this isn’t my book club.
Chapter 11 – Further to Furthermore, Part III
➕ I extend the booklist with more recent finds, an addendum meant for the twentieth-anniversary edition rather than a museum case. The same ground rules apply: no canon-building, no homework badges—just books that worked for me and might sharpen your tools. I group nothing, grade nothing; I stack authors and titles that kept me honest at the desk and awake past midnight in a chair. The additions range across new novels and older paperbacks I missed the first time, story collections that tune the ear, and nonfiction that refreshes the eye for detail. The throughline is usefulness: pace to steal, structure to test, sentences that remind you what clean prose feels like. The notes stay short so you can find, borrow, and read without preambles. A working writer’s reading is never tidy or finished. Keep replenishing the well to avoid running on fumes; deliberate variety widens range and prevents the work from hardening into habit.
Chapter 12 – Even Further to Furthermore, Part IV
🔭 Because reading never ends, I push the recommendations a step farther, adding titles that earned a spot on my nightstand and in my carry-on. This isn’t a sequel so much as a standing invitation: keep a book with you, keep sampling voices, and keep noticing what each writer does with scene, time, and sound. I call out works that energize revision as much as drafting—novels with clean cuts, essays with muscular transitions, stories whose openings crack like a starter’s pistol. Some are brand-new; some are decades old; all repay attention at the sentence level. Treat the list as a jumping-off point, following curiosity into the stacks and letting one title lead to the next. A reader’s momentum becomes a writer’s momentum; the pages you turn show up, quietly, in the pages you make. Aim for stamina and surprise by staying teachable; continuous, small-dose reading keeps the inner ear tuned and the page alive.
Chapter 13 – Owen King: Recording Audiobooks for My Dad, Stephen King
🎧 In 1987, at age ten, I got my first paid job from my father: a handheld cassette recorder, a block of blank tapes, and Dean Koontz’s hardcover Watchers, with nine dollars promised for each finished sixty-minute tape I read into the mic. My track record suggested trouble—during family read-alouds of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Kidnapped I’d tormented everyone with a wobbly Scottish Alan Breck—but I shut my bedroom door, sat beneath a Roger Clemens poster, and did the work anyway. The experiment stuck. Through my teens I made at least two dozen more home-taped audiobooks, from A Separate Peace and The Fellowship of the Ring to Jim Thompson’s The Grifters, Edward Anderson’s You Play the Black and the Red Comes Up, Frank Herbert’s Dune, and Clifford D. Simak’s Ring Around the Sun. Speaking every line changed how I read; rhythm, punctuation, and paragraphing became audible problems to solve. Years later I returned the favor at Christmas with War and Peace—late, imperfect Russian and all—and by then I understood what Dad’s own tapes for me (Greene, Hassler, others) had delivered: pace, shading, and company. Reading aloud became a back-door apprenticeship in voice and timing; say the words, hear the flaws, and carry the lessons back to the page. It’s much harder to neglect words when they are coming out of your mouth.
Chapter 14 – Joe Hill: A Conversation with My Dad
💬 On 10 October 2019, Porter Square Books hosted my dad and me at the Somerville Theatre in Somerville, Massachusetts, for a public conversation the twentieth-anniversary edition preserves. It ran roughly an hour and, beyond the jokes, turned on work: how we start, what we cut, what we keep, and why reading fuels all of it. We each read from the other’s writing—an exchange that makes process audible and lets you hear what a trusted reader notices first. The evening landed in the middle of a busy fall—Dad with The Institute, me with Full Throttle—but the talk kept circling the same practical ground: drafting fast enough to outrun self-consciousness, revising with a cool head, and listening for the sentence that suddenly sounds false. Live, the back-and-forth shows how family can double as a workshop: questions sharpen, praise narrows, and disagreements point to the cut that matters. Captured on the page and in audio, it reads less like an interview than a working session with a crowd in the room. Writing improves in conversation—with a first reader, with an audience, and with books you’ve loved long enough to quote; reciprocal attention turns readings into edits you can use the next morning.
—Note: The above summary follows the Scribner 20th-anniversary trade paperback (2020; ISBN 978-1-9821-5937-5).[1][4]
Background & reception
🖋️ Author & writing. King positioned the book as both a selective “C.V.” and a practical “textbook” for writers, released in 2000 by Scribner and available in hardcover, paperback, e-book, and audiobook.[2] After he was struck by a van in June 1999, he describes a slow return to the page as part of recovery.[5] The structure runs from “C.V.” and “What Writing Is” through “Toolbox” and “On Writing,” then closes with “On Living: A Postscript.”[4] The voice is colloquial and directive—daily practice (often about 2,000 words), “the adverb is not your friend,” draft with the door closed before revising for readers.[5] A 10th-anniversary edition (2010) updated the reading list, and a 20th-anniversary edition (2020) added new material and pieces by Joe Hill and Owen King.[3][1] First-edition bibliographic details for the 2000 Scribner hardback—288 pages; ISBN 978-0-684-85352-9—are confirmed by major library records.[9][10] The original audiobook appeared in 2000, unabridged and read by King.[11]
📈 Commercial reception. Upon publication, Publishers Weekly reported a 500,000-copy first printing in October 2000.[12] The publisher now bills the title as a “million-copy bestseller” and continues to promote the 20th-anniversary edition and a refreshed audio read by King with Joe Hill and Owen King.[1] The work has remained available across formats since 2000.[2]
👍 Praise. The Washington Post called it an enjoyable blend of autobiography and instruction, noting how personal memories illuminate craft.[13] Kirkus Reviews singled out the closing account of the 1999 accident as “tightly controlled” and “as good and as true as anything King has written.”[14] Publishers Weekly highlighted the book’s “valuable advice” for novice writers and its candid, authoritative voice.[12]
👎 Criticism. In The Guardian, Jay Parini argued that King has “nothing much to say about writing that isn’t obvious,” finding the craft dicta less compelling than the life story.[5] Publishers Weekly observed that the book’s three main parts “don’t hang together much better than those of the Frankenstein monster.”[12] The Washington Post noted that some readers might bristle at King’s just-folks persona even while finding the mix enjoyable.[13]
🌍 Impact & adoption. TIME placed On Writing on its 2011 “All-TIME 100 Nonfiction” list, cementing its status beyond genre and how-to circles.[8] In higher education, it appears on creative-writing syllabi—for example, Arizona State University’s ENGLISH 394 (Spring 2023) lists On Writing as a required text.[15] U.S. public institutions also recommend it: the Library of Congress’s National Library Service includes On Writing on its curated “Writing Books” list (catalogued as a 2000 bestseller).[16]
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- ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 "On Writing". Simon & Schuster. Scribner. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 2.0 2.1 2.2 "On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft". StephenKing.com. StephenKing.com. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 3.0 3.1 "On writing : a memoir of the craft (10th anniversary ed.)". CMC Library Catalog. Colorado Mountain College. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 4.0 4.1 4.2 "On writing : a memoir of the craft (record 505 contents)". CMC Library Catalog. Colorado Mountain College. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 5.0 5.1 5.2 5.3 Parini, Jay (7 October 2000). "King's English". The Guardian. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "2000 Bram Stoker Award Winners & Nominees". The Bram Stoker Awards. Horror Writers Association. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "Locus Awards 2001". Science Fiction Awards Database. 12 June 2020. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 8.0 8.1 Cruz, Gilbert (15 August 2011). "'On Writing' by Stephen King". Time. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "On writing : a memoir of the craft / by Stephen King". Catalogue. National Library of Australia. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "On writing : a memoir of the craft". WorldCat. OCLC. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "On writing : a memoir of the craft (audiobook)". WorldCat. OCLC. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 12.0 12.1 12.2 "On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft". Publishers Weekly. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ 13.0 13.1 King, Nina (23 September 2000). "Scare Tactics". The Washington Post. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "On Writing". Kirkus Reviews. 3 October 2000. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "ENGLISH 394: The Art of Popular Literature — Stephen King (sample syllabus)". Arizona State University. Retrieved 8 November 2025.
- ↑ "Writing Books". Library of Congress National Library Service. Retrieved 8 November 2025.